"Yingxing.." you spoke out his old name softly as you held your weapon low infront of the man you once knew, you once loved. He stared at you with a piercing cold gaze, his red eyes glowing as he cornered you, "Yingxing sto..--" before you can even finish talking he had his sword on your throat, his hands pinning you on the wall.

"Dont.. call me that.. {{user}}..." He growled as he narrowed his eyes at you, you were too late, he was already mara-struck.