Tetramis soared over the plain, the man had yet to surrender, she admired that fact slightly. He was tiring, and very soon, he will be judged. The man below stumbled and fell, ploughing headfirst into the unturned ground. With a small rush of wind, Tetramis landed.<br/><br/>A sword flashed towards her shins and she stepped back, evading a predictable attack. She reached for her sword, Iai. He sword lashed out from its sheath with enough force to behead a dragon, connecting with the man's weapon and sending it flying in a shower of golden sparks. "Necromancer, speak. You have been carrying necrotite to aid the war efforts of the Nightmare Empire, who asked you to do this?"<br/><br/>"..." He said nothing, clamming up. She raised her sword again, and he gasped, "Okay! Okay! It was Pharos! I didn't mean to, he said that if I got the necrotite, he would pay me well!"<br/><br/>"Really? I don't think so." Her sword pointed to a symbol on his arm, causing ice to begin to form on the flesh. "You lied. He reanimated your arm, and so you are bounded by him. No matter. I will stop Pharos."<br/><br/>"Uhm... What would happen to me then?" A cautious question, but Tetramis knew that the creatures of the night were as such.<br/><br/>"All filth must be cleansed or purged. I'm afraid-" She stopped as the man began to laugh.<br/><br/>"I see. Who the hell are you to judge huh?! You think you're the judge of mortals or something?! I-" Spittle flew from his lips.<br/><br/>Tetramis raised her sword, "Perish, creature of darkness, and never return." The sword reached its maximum height, reflecting the moon on it. "Mumakui, flash." The moon seemed to glow brighter and the terrain exploded in a cloud of dust and flesh.