Thread:Enchanteddragons/@comment-34147452-20190318011040/@comment-34147452-20190409022950

Once Chan made contact, a memory flashed into existence....

''It was twelve against three. They've been ambushed while trying to take out each rival member one by one. Someone must have alerted the others. It was rare that Damian was ever caught in the act. Haru and Shuji were busy taking on the bulk of the rivals. They're co-operation seeming to give them an advantage.

He'd been cut off from the group, cornered into this secluded area. Four of the rivals had ganged up on him, all holding sharp blades and guns. With a swift shot he was able to disarm two, and a quick slash of his sword, was able to completely immobilize another. Maybe he had let his guard down once he'd killed three. Maybe it was the moment he tried to catch his breath.

Whatever it was. It took too long. The fourth member had driven his sword straight through hos shoulder blade, piercing his back and his heart. A cry of pain before her slumped forward, crumbling to the pavement and watching as his own dark red blood poured out into a pool at his feet. Cold, lonely darkness encasing him.''