He watched the blood flow from her wound freely. His mouth started to water at the thought of licked that wound. But he looked at her face as she covered her wound to stop the bleeding. The look on her face was perfect. He wanted to see more of it. He wanted to pull that look out on to her face as much as he could, and when ever he wanted to. But then she moved her blade to her other hand. He thought that she would not be able to use her shoulder for a while.<br/><br/>Then she charged him, and attacked. He moved his weapon up to block, but miss judge that attack angle and ended up taking the blow all the way up his form. It was much deeper then the last one, and he could fee her slicing through some of the muscles on his chest. He growled again, and then felt her move through him, already phased out. He wished that he could pull the power, but he has no clue how to. He turned, but felt his hot blood pouring out of his wound. He felt it running down his body, and to the floor. He turn and attacked at her again.<br/><br/>"Bitch, think you can beat me. I will rise from the ashes over and over again, only stronger, faster, and more powerful each and every time."