User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30014014-20161106182334/@comment-30014014-20161127041555

"His laugh dying out, he slumps his head forward. His silence is defeaning, too much for his long companion, his childhood friend...she runs to him, vision blurry, foggy by her own tears she didn't knew she poured out, hugging his dying form. Blood smeared over her kimono, the fox clutches him, pleading for his return. But nothing came out of the man. No power. No reaction. No warmth. No life..."

''The womanly form fiercely clutches on the injured one bound to a tree as the shadow cloaked twisted one continues to laugh. His laugh ceasses as he realizes that she is too sorrow-ridden to notice anything around her. His demonic specters gather around the two, one dying and the other, shutdown from the world. Alienated spears risen in the sky, pointed at the lowered duo...''

"They strike at the man's command. The night at it's darkest. His ears expect the grim echo of life's end. he awaits that dear sound to him, like a thirsty man seeking the fall of water to drink upon. His ears are met with the grind of metal. His gaze looks down..."

''The puppet of the twisted man looks at the grim decor he expected to see. Instead, he sees another spectral form deviating all of the blood-soaked weapons with it's body, a radiant blue blinding the eyeless horrors. His attire, a noble being of the old era, a war kimono and a bamboo hat. His face, concealed by a mask. With a mighty roar, he expulses each of the umbra spectres a floating naginata becokning to him. A small but powerful link tethers him to the dying young man...''

"A ghost from the past, the opposite to these shameless horrors, intercepting their act of violence. The embodiment of his redeemed self, made solid for all to see meant the dying man could now fight on equal footing, as he began to rise, to the surprise of his fox companion, albeit with difficulty..."

''The puppet of the injured man stands up, a ragged stance taking hold. He walks by the bamboo spectre's side. The two synchronize their niganata toward the horrifying court of corrupted, under the surprised rage of the amethyst puppet who lash out to his minions. They attack once more, but end up cut away by the two, screaming out in pain and fading back into the man. His rage his ever growing as the puppet becomes contanimated witgh amethyst all over it. The spearman and his ghostly double both form a wall before the fox, readiying for the real battle...''