Within seconds, Blake's pace picked up so much, the winds began to swirl and churn about his body, his feet picking up more speed, getting faster and faster. He was only wishing he would get there in time. In time to save Haruki... Why did he go? Was revenge so important that he would just rush in there and expect to win? Was that inferno in his heart stronger than he anticipated?<br/><br/>Meanwhile...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Don't act like you don't know me!... It makes no difference to me what you want. An opponent without a will to fight is... Weak. And if you're weak... Then you aren't worth worrying about... I came to kill you. And if I can't kill you, then I'll at least make you stare Death into the face!"</span><br/><br/>"Death..." The Samurai thought before his evil smile finally played on his face. Death... End of existence... The dreadful visage of ending another's life. Death made him happy. He enjoyed killing others in cold blood. And now this foolish man wished to kill him... Laughable.<br/><br/>Looking up at the angered boy, he licked his lips. His hands on sheath and handle of his katana.<span style="color: #000000">"Blade of Carnage... Kira...."</span>His eyes turned from black to crimson once more... And vanished into thin air at the last minute... Haruki's blade kissing a mere phantom.<span style="color: #000000">"We wanna thank you ahead of time for entertainin' us. So no more Mr. Nice Samurai!"</span>He said, reappearing and without warning... Thrusting his blade into Haruki's chest, tearing into his intestines. Kira soon glowed in a black light, drinking of the man's blood.<span style="color: #000000">"You could learn a thing or two from your friend, Blake... Haruki. I killed his Master too..."</span>He said.<span style="color: #000000">"But damn, he knew his Master would rather see his progeny live on... Than die to avenge him. He knew that killing me would bring this world happiness, but his Master would not be able to share in it, nor would it bring him back."</span>He said, his tone becoming grim and cold.<span style="color: #000000">"And here you are... A servant to the inferno in your heart! I can feel it raging inside of you... relentlessly, and it makes your blood the perfect feast for this blade."</span>He said, pulling his blade from the boy's chest.<span style="color: #000000">"You are nothing but a shadow... Of the man your Master trained you to be! Now fight... Or sleep in Death's bosom!"</span>