*Hmhmhmm, you thought me dead, weakling? As long as you possess me, my power shall be yours. When I feel like, I can give you a boost. But sometimes I'll just ignore you. Because I can~.* a voice said in the back of his head, the voice of the shard.<br/><br/>The elite held his injured side, coughing as he got back to his feet, looking at Garrick furiously, holding out his broken blade to fight.