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Really? Not dead? That's disapointing... I wanted to see his head roll down the street and his body seep blood. Anter doesn't even deserve to kill him now. I want all the glory... in spearing that bastard. The fake Anter thought to himself. He didn't want anyone to know he took over Anter, but Calyx and Malcolm had noticed. I'll deal with them later. They seem that they are starting to figure me out.

Fake glanced at the scythe the kishen held. Killed his partner eh? Well... that sounds like what I want. He glanced over to Malcolm and Calyx, both striking and failing to do so. Both of you fail at life. Why are you trying? You are such dumbasses... Can't you see how this man's goal is to kill you? He will, and that will save me time since I won't need to kill you. Fake thought.

Shade was doing nothing at the moment after the failed slash, so Fake decided to take control. He reverted back to his duel bladed axe, with the spear down the middle. Fake sent the madness down Shade's arm controlling it as soon as it touched it. He raised it and took aim at the kishen. "DIE! LET ME TAKE YOUR SOUL AND RIP YOU TO SHREADS ON THE WAY!!!" Fake screamed in his metallic voice, and shot his spear from the middle of his axe body.