As Vernon kicks Rhys in the face, his helmet is knocked off, revealing a dark face with bright orange eyes. He falls back on the sword, puncturing his back once more.
Somehow Rhys gathers enough strength to stand, staring at Vernon with Despair sticking out of his back. His face is a dark tone, a very dark tone. He's African American. His eyes shine brightly, piercing into Vernon's eyes. He falls to his knees, then whispers...
"Kent... is my son..." Rhys collapses onto the floor, blood slowly forming a puddle around his body.
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