For a moment, Haruki was confident that they managed to defeat such a powerful opponent. He stepped behind the back of the black figure, ready to strike him down again. If he could keep a part of the body - like the head - maybe they could stop him from reviving... And then burn the entire Black Samurai into ashes. They'd be deemed heroes...<br/><br/>Though, he'd never say that he still had a few tricks in his sleeve. As the strike was about to land, he suddenly lost control of his sword. As if the blade was opposed to him... It refused to move in the way his hands commanded it to. His eyes widened in horror, and he barred his teeth at the blade, desperately trying to get it to obey him again. That must be the Black Samurai's work... Upon looking into those crimson eyes, he knew about it.<br/><br/>He took a step back... Into nothing.<br/><br/>His own sword's blade - fortunately the blunt edge - smacked him into the shoulder, and as he attempted to evade the blow, he miscalculated the distance, and stepped into the air behind the precipice of the roof. "Blake..." he gasped, right before realizing he is falling. For a moment, his eyes were opened wider than ever.