So much blood shed, so many blows that didn't land... And for what? For naught. For a monster's five minutes of laughter... Haruki's blood was boiling with rage even as it streamed out of his wounds and dripped down onto the floor. But not one hid did reach its target. He grit his teeth, bracing himself for one last blow and collecting all his strength. His muscles, as he raised his katana, felt like rubber, not eager to listen to him, but his determination was stronger.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"SEE YA, KID!" </span><br/><br/>But once again, the Black Samurai was faster. Before he'd manage to even move forth, there was his opponent's blade aimed straight at him, and no chance of escaping it.<br/><br/>Once again - it wasn't even surprising anymore - he embraced everything that followed just with a blank stare. Was it Blake that appeared before him, for real? Did he follow him? He shouldn't have...<br/><br/>Nyoko, sliding from the phantom, landed on her hands and knees, but quickly scrambled up to her feet at the very sight of the Black Samurai. There was no fear in her eyes, there was not even a spark of horror, they were just as fiery and vengeful as Haruki's - not as reckless, though. Her hands, sliding down to her waist, pulled out the blade of her katana.<br/>"Thanks for taking me, Blake... And for stepping before my brother. For the next time, I'm not like a crate of oranges that you can carry around, though... But we'll have to deal with that later. We have more important matters to resolve-"<br/><br/>As she narrowed her eyes, once again glancing at the Black Samurai, she saw nothing but quickly dissipating black smoke. And the echoes of laughter that sent chills down her spine, a sound of sheer madness.<span style="font-style: italic">You think you can just 'resolve' me? Don't be funny, kids!</span>was just what that laughter said to her.<br/><br/>Haruki sank down to his knees. The blade of his katana clinked, a hollow, empty sound as his fingers let go off it. The blood mixed with the crystal-clear tears of his rage at such a huge failure like this. The Black Samurai was right... He was nowhere near to being even a shadow of what his master trained him. Just a worthless piece of shit that hurries into a fight without using his brain in the slightest, and gets beaten without laying a scratch on the opponent.