<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"Blake... You're more than my brother's questionable acquaintance, you know? I'm not gonna let you go. I'm not gonna share you. Blake. With anyone. I'm selfish... And I want you all for myself."</span><br/><br/>Her very words struck even more shock into Blake's already shocked psyche. Blake was not one who could be kept by dear Nyoko... He wanted to be with Nyoko, but for the sake of their travels... Perish the thought. He tried to push his mind to the tasks at hand. And here he was now... Wrapped in Nyoko's embrace... He could not truly allow himself only to Nyoko... At least not completely. Although she desires the lone mystic... Blake was with another. It was 10 years ago... And that other was closer than Nyoko knew... And Blake knew this realization as Rosalia came to save them... And here he was, met with the passion of Nyoko's kiss and embrace. Raising a hand, he thrust it into the wall. He was struggling to retain composure, but he soon gave into, matching the passion in Nyoko's kiss<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Go on and try it. But you will break your sword, like the tide breaks against the cliffs."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"My Mistress... Do you truly mean to fight him?"</span> A voice of the white blade, calling out to Rosalia.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I certainly do... I will not force you to fight, Shiroihana..."</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You need not ask me... I shall fight! I shall not allow you to die."</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You have my thanks..."</span> Spoke Rosalia, her determination clear, though it shown from her blooming sadism. <br/><br/>With a small smile playing on her face, giving Haruki her full attention once again. "Well well... You just like <span style="font-style: italic">him.</span>" She teased, fastening her grip on Shiroihana. "But you have forgotten one thing... It is you I wish to break... Silly boy, I shall give you a taste of the power you so seek to drive under your will." Thrusting the white blade into her, curtains of snowy white dancing about the room, blades of ice spinning forth for her hot-headed opponent.</span>