<Wing brings his hand out before him, seemingly caressing the air around it. Suddenly a light forms, the shape of this converged light resembling a long sword. Wing takes one step, his image seeming to fade in the breeze before his foot hits the ground. Suddenly, he reappears in the same manner, his molecules converging at a focal point directly behind his opponent. Wing uses the same technique to reform the Soul Zetasabre inside of his opponents throat.> Death, COMING THROUGH!