User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30014014-20161106182334/@comment-30014014-20161129054140

"With a foul scream, did a corrupted sword burst out of the man's stomach, ghost riddling on his free arm like a cursed gauntlet. A layer of twisted amethyst covering more of his body, he beckoned the spearman, the traitor, for a mortal kombat. Not taking time to await his response, he lunges forth, as metal and gem clash against one another..."

''The corrupted leader lashes at the cyan spirit and spearman, the two connecting their weapons to mount a counter, which initiates the destruction of the surrounding. A three against legion, the twisted mannequin laughs, convinced of it's perceved win. And yet...''

"Despite his overwhelming power against the two and specter, his blindness by hate fogged his discipline, forsaking calculated strike for complete savagery. On the opposite, the fox and her childhood friend struck as one, including the man's manifest of his honor in a way the twisted man could never hope to understand. He like all the others from his cult had failed to understand a singular thing about monsters and their halves. One tiny detail that would ensure his defeat at the hands of the two..."

''The corrupted puppet attacks and lashes, but is constantly counter attacked by either one. His amethyst armor cracks more with each blow received via arcane of the fox and pinpoint thurst of the spearman and his double. With each hit, his rage seethes deeper and blinds him further.''

"He wanted retribution from the one he saw as a traitor and threw everything for that moment. With hate, he sought to reclaim his cult's honor. And yet, the spearman had no more hate. It had faded away, replaced by love for his rekindled childhood friend. He wanted nothing more than to defend her from his misdeeds made manifest. With love, he would defeat the one who stole his life..."

''The twisted puppet is punctured by a severe attack from the spearman, supported by the materialized head of the fox's primal form. They shatter his frontal armor, spouting the ghosts into a frenzy. He has lost control of them...''

"He screams 'Why!? Why can't a kill the two of you!?' as his own weapon, the ghoulish specters begin to lash at him as they fade away. Was he that blind to the reason? For a monster, love is the most precious gift she could offer and receive. They fight tooth and claw to protect it, from anyone seeking to steal it away. When he had decided to steal her love by slaughtering her old friend, deemed comdemned, her instinct prompted her to stay at his side, sealing the twisted leader's grim defeat..."