"So here we are then, Ronin. Two monsters with the faces of men." He says it solemnly, as he also sees that Lance has been through the same cycle of vengeance he had been through. Though the aftermath took different forms, the past was still the same. A consuming fire that takes all in its path as fuel for the crematorium that they made their homes. "How fitting that I duel you first." Lucien raised his sword towards Ronin, flames licking the air hungrily. Something else told Lance that they were no regular flames either. "This is what the Tribals called a [i]Youtou.[/i] Its name is derived from Old-Earth... Japanese, I think it is. In short it was a weapon believed to be possessed by a demon due to all the blood it has shed. In my home, the Youtou are weapons made for viral strain growths that reflect the host. In essence, I have allowed some of my mutated DNA to grow within the blade and take form, manifesting into an Infected separated from my being. I used to think that creating this would be pushing all of that hatred into something else and being rid of it," he says as he laughs bitterly at the sentiment, "truth be told, one cannot live without the other. With such great love breeds the deepest of hatred - similar to that symbol on your armour. Old-Earth, right?"