<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">His own sword crushed by this sizeable shade… And though he was defenseless, it could not dampen the mystic’s mood. But now… This was the shadow beast’s chance! Gripping his mace with large arms, the beast rose raised high to the sky…  But soon his eyes sprung with great shock… Another shadow, with frightened speed, tearing open his back. As his blood spewed forth, his mace falling towards his unarmed target…<br/>But Blake looked upon the monster of a weapon without fear. Outstretching his left hand, raising two fingers to the darkened sky. Like a sword swung to the ground, the mace split in two, falling at the mystic’s sides. All Too close thoughts aside, the very stage was lined with corpses of darkened blood, slowly crumbling into darkness. Was it truly over? Had they truly put an end to the slaughter?<br/> <br/><span style="color: #0000FF">“Having fun, I hope?”</span> The mystic jibed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">“Well… that was a little fun to watch, actually.”</span></span> Another voice said from behind Blake. A familiar black figure, soaked in the blood of his playthings. The crimson of his beady gems soon fixed onto the Haruki, a little smile playing on his face, <span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"The part you went and stabbed the big guy in the back after he shattered your buddy's sword... Priceless."</span></span></span></span>