After years of battling, the villain and you (his henchman/henchwoman) are facing off against the hero. Blood and sweat runs down your face as you glance between Aithen and... what was the hero's name again? It's very easy to forget. Something like... Blade? How unique. Continuing on with the story, you pull your gun out of it's holder and aim it at Blade. Aithen casts you a sidelong glance, silently telling you to wait a second. He loves gloating, and it's honestly pretty funny to watch. Blade is clutching his stomach, holding out his sword and staring at you and Aithen. "I could easily kill the both of you," Blade spits out. "But then I wouldn't be any better than you." Aithen scowls. "What do you mean? You've killed people." Blade frowns at him. "Who?" Aithen gestures to you. "Their friend? My henchman? Frank? Remember?" "But they're just a henchman," Blade splutters. "They're nobody important!" "Bullshit," Aithen scoffs. "He had a family, you know. It's not like he's just some random person that has no life." Blade looks surprised now. "Really?" "Well, duh!" Aithen glowers, growing more and more annoyed at Blade.