by Tarmo of the Dusk on Thu Jul 03, 2008 9:42 am
"Iseon is a normal blade to anyone outside of my brothers and I, and the brothers happen to be dead with no children; so let us finish this Balmung..." Zen suddenly cursed as the hand holding Gigidan suddenly froze; a ghostly hand holding onto it, "Dammit Zen! Let go!" The fallen's hand reached over and grab the hand; pulling it away the ghost began to solidify into what looked like Zen's 'Human form'.
"I've had enough with your interference you pestilent Guardian!" He threw Zen to the ground with a smirk, "Now, Balmung, where were we?!" The other Zen scrambled away quickly to the wall of the Cathedral, holding his throat while coughing; his eyes shot to Blamung for a moment.
~The man holding the blade, took my body for his own when I picked up Gigidan; which became riddled with a dark curse... Get Gigidan away from my body so I can take it back!~ The Ethereal's voice echoed through Balmung's thoughts as the other Zen charged at Balmung with murderous intent in his eyes.
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