"Talra huh.. Second Division of Sword..." He raises his gun to the air and shoots once "We have only but a few minuets before a mob of creatures gets here now.." He holsters his guns and steps toward you "You members of sword don't get it do you? You can't win.." He takes another step "Rank means nothing to these creatures.. It means nothing to me" He takes another step in your direction "So now you ask yourself.. How do you win against the careless? The ones with no souls?  The ones that will continue to come. Even if your sun comes out there will always be nightfall" He takes his final step his body pressing against your blade "so what will you do Talra? Cut me down where I stand?.. Take me in?.. Release me?..." He grins hearing faint noises of disturbing sounds, feeling the ground slightly tremble as the air grows eerie. "You should choose quickly Talra.. We dont have all night" He chuckles