As he tackled her to the ground, Can saw it. It was a party. People wore old looking dresses and there were knights adorned in their armour. Cannon sat in a chair that overlooked the party and festivities. His vision was very blurry and dizzy, so he assumed he was drunk. He stood out of his chair and looked around, and he opened his mouth to speak. "Go to hell you rascals!" He yelled with Diana's voice as he laughed and drank red wine from a goblet. Then, however, he felt someone grip his shoulder. Then, the touch of cold steel came around to the front of his throats and a painful burn cut across his neck. He saw blood spew from his body as he fell forwards. He put his pale, crimson stained hands on the table as red liquid poured out from his throat and into the bowl of soup and glass of wine in front of him. Everything went dark suddenly and he felt himself hit the floor. The vision ended, and as he looked down he saw the terrified Diana shaking as he was on top of her. "N-n-no." She said. "No, no. NO!" She screamed as she kicked Cannon off of her with an addition of the ice cold wind. Cannon was sent flying back towards where he had started as Diana got up and stumbled around like a mad woman. She raised her hands and twenty speared made of ice surrounded her but each one seemed to be moving in place randomly. She stumbled around, her blades in hand. "NO! This...that....this can't be..." she looked around aimlessly as she swung her blades around viciously a few times. She looked at Cannon then. "STAY BACK OR I WILL KILL YOU!" She screamed as the spears took aim at Cannon.