<div class="floatleft">(http://oi45.tinypic.com/359n4o4.jpg)</div><strong>Senshin Genkou, Team Genkou</strong><br/><strong>0/10 HP</strong><br/>As Senshin's hand fell to the ground his form began to shatter and crumble away. When he seemed to fade to dust his sword also crumbled away into nothing. All of the fighting dolls stood still as statues, making no noise or movement for a minute. After a second all of their colors began to flow back into them like a paintbrush was going over them ad their eyes regained the soul that had been taken. All of them stammered before falling to their knees, feeling their bodies to make sure it was true.<strong>"I'm back!!". "It's over!". "My body!"</strong>. They all seemed to cry in joy.<br/><br/>In the distance, out of the view of everyone else, a bloody figure stood, with everything in tact but limping and looking drained. He'd grabbed a robe from an empty seat and draped it around himself, he'd lost, he'd been disgraced. He started to walk out of the arena, toting a sword that just barely stabbed from the hand of the incredibly over sized drape that covered him. He needed to get away, death wasn't for him yet. He walked out of the arena and began to stumble, needing something to hold him up. Some weak demon went over to him and began mocking him. Even in his weakened state he could feel that this demon was nothing to him. In a fast, but draining, move he stabbed his sword into the demon and he was sucked away.<br/><br/>Senshin looked at his arm and flexed it, seeing the muscle starting to build once more. After that he didn't need anything to hold him up, but he still had a limp. When he got to the coast he found a small boat, no doubt someone who'd gotten there late and on his own, he managed to start it and began to motor it back to his home, letting a loud, yet difficult, laugh follow him.