Standing there, holding a sword, oil dripping from it, huffs and pants coming from the twins, Solarflare and Eclipse lay there, unconscious Harvest: "Brother, we should go for the others.." The older and taller twin grumbled, looking at his younger twin, both panting after what they did Scythe: "Yes, Brother, we shall" He huffed, panting, licking off the oil from the sword, enjoying the taste