She sprang up to her feet. "Haruki! Haruki, where are you?" she called out, pacing around as she searched for him.<br/><br/>When he finally stepped out, she almost got a heart attack. He was completely bloodied, his clothes torn at the left shoulder, missing all of the sleeve except for a few scraps. Drops of his own blood, mixing with thick streams of something black, were splattered around his arm, covering most of his pale skin, almost a river of it flowing down his left temple. He was breathing heavily, and his left fist, dripping with blood, clutched the remains of something black and tattered, while his katana's blade was entirely coated in black.<br/>"I said... We better get a move on." he spoke.<br/><br/>Blake and his golems were right behind Nyoko... Though as Haruki came, Blake and the golems were mortified... Haruki, dyed crimson in some beasts' blood. However, it was the crimson of his own. The crimson flowed down his left arm, the thick streams of black mixed in... His clothes shredded at his left shoulder... His katana was now the black of night... In his left hand, dripping with gems of red... What seemed to be black fur clutched in it...<br/><br/>Though he wasn't near vomiting, Blake was rather disturbed by Haruki's condition. Nevertheless, whatever did this to Haruki...<br/><br/>"I'll heal him later... Right now, we need to get out of here...!" Blake said, turning a swift right to some bushes adorned with black and red leaves... "Through here."