Ite fell away, and landed on the ground front first. He pushed himself up with great difficulty, and decided to try one more thing. He opened his left hand, and out poured a deep fog. Once vision was obscured, he sank into the ground, prepared to ambush Cain once more.

Cain backed around i the fog. He looked around for Ite, and had his greatsword at the ready. He began to spin his spear around incredibly fast, and that started to clear an area of the fog around him.

He stayed perfectly still underground, and waited for Cain to walk over the patch he was under. The ground felt uncomfortably compressed, almost akin to a coffin.

Cain stepped across the stone paved road. He continued to clear the area with his spear, until he got very close to Ite's position...

Ite reached up through the ground, grabbing onto Cain's legs and pulled downwards in an attempt to entomb him up to his chest. Root systems had grown from Ite's hand, and latched onto Cain's legs as well. It did it's best to hold Cain in place until Ite could position himself to sway the fight in his favor.

Cain looked around in panic by the surprise attack, but then he saw Ite right in front of him. Through the dirt, Cain tore apart the gravel and soil with his spear, and jammed the head of the spear into his opponents torso repeatedly. One stab, two stabs, three stabs...

Roots surrounded Cain and Ite on all sides, fed by the bloody gore torn from Ite's chest. They had grown thick. They had become strong. This wasn't something Ite had planned to survive. Quite the contrary actually. He reminisced on the old times he had with friends in the Dojo. He remembered Sal, long gone by now. He never really did speak right, but that just added to his charm. He remembered how Sal tried to save him when he had been fatally wounded the first time. Ite was reminded of by this of an old pants salesman. In fact, he'd given him the pair he was wearing currently. Some say he singlehandedly saved the Dojo on some other dimensional plane, but who knew what that meant? He was dead now, but not before giving everyone a memory to treasure. However, he especially recalled a time when some crazy scientist was rambling about something known as the Genesis project; how Ite had applied and was given something very special. A volatile reactor for a heart. Through the pain of being stabbed over and over and over, Ite removed his gauntlet, silently thanking Mortar for bestowing such an artifact unto him. The cursed greatwood would most likely protect the village from most of the explosion. This was the end, but Ite wanted to ask one more question. "Cain... You said you only stood by while the execution took place. You sounded regretful. We both know we aren't making it out of here, so answer me: why fight for something you seem to know is wrong?"

"Not...making it out of here?" Cain asked Ite as he put his flaming hand to the roots. "Hmmm. You ask an intriguing question Ite of the dojo. But I will answer you briefly before you die. I...I am doing this for my family. That is all. I will not betray them no matter the cost. Which is why you must die. Do as you will, Ite." Cain said to him as he put his life in the hands of fate. "This...will not be the first time I have died."

"Well, dying always sucks the first time, but I heard the second time is fantastic." The greatwood pushed Ite and Cain together, furthe impaling Ite on Cain's spear, nearly killing him. Ite reached out and shook his hand, to thank him for the fight. He then made his peace, and died. The explosion was quite deafening.