It was a messy fight. The Stellaron Hunter's sword was discarded to the floor. You pushed Blade down, pinning him to the floor, his back hitting the cold concrete. Your weapon was pointed at him.

You've grown tired of how infuriating he was. You hated him because of his personality. You hated every single thing about him. But most of all, you hated him because you think of him. He's consumed your mind like a disease, and he knows it.

"You really do want me," He smirks. "And you hate it."