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The mere touch of the shadows enveloping Patraeko brings a burning sensation to Michael. The anger of Patraeko causing the shadows to burn through Michael's clothes and his skin upon touch.

"No need to act all hostile. Newbie. But if your only friend had a sword thrown at him, you would react in the same way. Like you are now. You are acting more out of order than you should do, it's obvious by the sweat and the poor usage of your blade." Patraeko spoke in a deep, evil-like voice. The anger within him reached a steady level, stalling him and talking to him about random stuff was the best thing to do back on earth. It calmed him and allowed him to return to his happy, hyperactive state.

"That guardian of yours... I like it. I have no quarrel with you, but if you are wishing for a fight then you should make it a fair sword fight. After all, you pulled the sword out at me, not your guardian." He smiled, bearing his teeth which were covered in blood. He was gritting his teeth so much that his gums began bleeding, his insanity really has removed the natural 'Limiter' from his brain.

Even though Patraeko was claiming his peaceful nature towards the newbie, the shadows showed differently. Above his head, a new ball of shadow began falling. It did not have the liquid properties of the rest of the shadows, instead it was so dense that it became a solid. The shadows surrounding his body even began to fade and thin as they were transferred to the ball which was already soo tightly packed that it could explode with great energy at the slightest touch.