"Fine." [b]She puts the jar in his hand, reluctantly. There was an... Amazing amount of power behind this soul. Whoever this individual was, they were ridiculously powerful.[/b] "I'm gonna need that jar back." [b]Frisky stood there, still slowly bleeding from her arms. They were crossed. None of that seemed to bother her, though. And it wouldn't be a good idea for him to use those spells on her. She had copious amounts of explosives on her. If he attacked, it would kill him and her, and according to Dark Souls logic, he loses all the souls he has on him.[/b]