<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Silent the blade stirred from its sheath, nestled in Blake's firm grasp. As if this were the first time he had found himself outnumbered. Even more so that he would even be in the slightest predication against these murderous tykes. His eyes, soon reverting to their deep midnight hue, both sides awaiting to see who will lead in this bloody dance... Soon the Blades' chuckles halted, one brave soul stepping up. The edges of his face creaking into a smile, he charged with zeal. But like a shadow, a braver leader stepped up to lead the dance...<br/><br/>The shadow soon leaped up, with a large horizontal swing of his blade before the Black Blade, halting the now-frightened beast in its tracks. The very strength of the blow, left flickering flames of black in the shadow's wake. But the shadow would not stop there. With fierceness matching a mountain lion, the shadow swung his <span style="font-style: italic">evil</span> blade with such vigor. Swinging his sword with such vigor, the very sword, be it not for the flames that danced upon it... it would have been a Black Blade being torn apart by the wind. And only when the Blades thought their companion would not last longer...  His fingers dancing from the the tsuba of the blade to the very end, the darkness held in his palm. Following one last strike to end it all, the shadow lunged forth, reaching for the Black Blade's head. Cracking, flickered, that poor monster. Soon torn apart, the fallen blades frozen in horror. How could such a monster exist?<br/><br/>Blake had no trouble figuring this nightmarish visage out. Even his words of assurance gave it all away. To the Black Blades, this was no longer an easy feat. Roaring with rage, more of the devils leaped from the trees, dodging Haruki and aiming for Blake. However, this mystic simply laughed before he realized he was surrounded. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Surely... You are aware by now."</span> He said, his midnight hues glowing ever dimly. The winds before him stirred and churned, the Black Blades stopping dead in their tracks. Like a blizzard, freezing all in its wake. Stomping the ground, bellowing strong gales, petals of pure white dancing in the wind... <span style="color: #4040FF">"That I will never hide behind you, leaving you to have all the fun."</span> As he finished his words, the winds began to grow wild and sharp, teasing its captives before Blake opened his eyes once more, the dark radiance in his midnight eyes. <span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Dance with the gales of the mighty... And carve through the wicked!"</span></span> The winds spun about Blake sharp and strong, like countless blades dancing about the devils. Blowing them back onto their comrades, their hollow corpses leaking of blood. <span style="color: #4040FF">"You've gotten stronger, I get it. But there's <span style="font-style: italic">much</span> more where this came from."</span></span>