"...A possessed cretin just lead an innocent to death, and you would help him?" [i]Abram would go silent, before sighing, then slamming down the longsword into the earth. The sigil upon his helmet shook with a vibrant crimson energy, before he shook himself, grunting in pain before going still.[/i] [b]They will die by your hand.[/b] [i]That was all that the cruel demon would say.[/i]

"Nobody deserves a faith such as that. To be haunted by a blackness that you cannot escape. The dojo is a worthy place to assist. And you will be put on trial to determine what is your fault and what is not." [i]Alexander stated, spinning the blade in his hand and taking another step forward, keeping the tip pointed toward the ground. Elizabeth however, stayed back a few feet in a defensive stance, eyeing Abram wearily. [/i]

[i]Abram remained silent, as that swirling emblem of his tribulation would descend back into an ashy black color, beefier slowly turning back into it's regular grey shade. Finally, the crimson knight would release a muffled, dreary sigh from his greathelm.[/i] "...You would traverse all the way back for one such as I. I implore you to finish your quest, whatever it may be, ser Alexander. With or without my presence."