"[b]Unworthy? Coming from a man whose life was wasted on vengeance. You shouldn't lecture on unworthy.[/b]" [i]In Hell, there was no past, no future, only now. So even during his brief eternity there, he'd heard hushed voices, whispered tales, and distant screams of the man known as Blackjack. This fight would be difficult, at least. Fenrir lowered his shoulder, squatting into a semi-crouch, before launching himself, coming down on this rabid Wolf like a shooting star, his sword held blade down in front of him, turned so that it protected most of his bodice from the shotguns range.[/i]