Raion looked at the cut on his arm. He smirked at the blood. It was pure black. It was his darkness. His arm clenched and he grunted. The black ooz swimming back into the wound. The cut pulling together to a near miniscule line. He took a deep breath as his arm unclenched.<br/><br/>He smiled closing his eyes he clenched his sword, "absolutely."<br/><br/>He laughed as he became swarmed in shadows. The shadows soon split off him. A shadow being of Raion stood right by the real thing. The shadow being sprinted toward Rebecca, thrusting his sword toward her torso.<br/><br/>The real Raion smirked, "Prepare yourself Tyme!"<br/>He walked toward him holding his sword up to him waiting for his strike.