[i]Fenrir swung his right leg out, crouching again then launching himself right shoulder first into the now much closer Blackjack, his speed leaving little chance to dodge, his left arm extended behind himself holding the blade aloft in the air effortlessly.[/i] "[b]Perhaps when offered the choice between surviving by horrible means and dying alongside those friends with whom you've fought and bled, it is better to die and face your God as a man should![/b]"