[i]Letting out a slight roar of rage, Anri slammed the end of the lance straight into the Nameless King's chest, busting through the bubble and breaking the armor that he had worn, the tip protruding from the god's back. Both were sent breaking through the orange ball, the Nameless King hurtling to the ground with a loud thud. He twitched for a moment, raising his left hand before going completely limp. An orange light surrounded his body, a bright orange gas rising up from the King's corpse and swirling around Anri, before fading away. It was over. The King was dead. Pulling her lance out of his chest, Anri looked back at the three, or four, if you counted what remained of Garry, only only nodded.[/i] "...Well. It's good to be back." [i]She sounded older, maybe in her mid thirties, yet also fairly serious as well.[/i]