"Light and Darkness cannot exist as one little girl. I advise you to leave my body this very instant or I will have to purge you with my Light." Pharos smiled before hardening his will.<br/><br/>"Eh?" The smile changed into a grin as Tetramis rose and charged, albeit in a shakey manner towards him. She was probably egged on by the Nightmare within him, but no matter- He leapt to the side, deflecting the sword and smashing his elbow onto her temple. She collapsed like a sack of ice. "Ah, what sorrow it is to be defeated." From the depths of his armor, a short dagger sprang into his hand.<br/><br/>He pressed the blade onto the Angel's neck, "Now this is humiliating enough isn't it? I wonder how else could it be even better?"<br/><br/>"Me! Me! Let me sir!" Chromas pleaded, trying to wrench the knife from his grip.<br/><br/>"No, I was just musing out loud. We're leaving." He kept the dagger and began to walk away, repeating himself when he noticed that Chromas did not follow. "We're leaving. Now."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Only moments later did Tetramis swim to the surface of sensiblity. Her head was on fire and her vision swam. Humiliation? She rose to her feet, stumbling slightly before leaning on the structure beside her for support. She had failed her task. Failed. A failure. Defeat. The rings around her pupils appeared once again, this time with a line pointing towards each of the pupil. Awakening.