The rain trickled down as a Mara struck man took a step forward, his blade in hand. He's never felt such rage before. His heart ached with anger and hurt, knowing that this man that stood before him was the reason for this pain. That this man was the reason he could not die.

"I told you before, I am not Dan Feng," Dan Heng announced as the Mara Struck man took a step forward. He gazed into Dan Heng's eyes.

"Out of five, three must pay the price," Blade uttered as his gaze filled with hate. His voice low and raspy, a stark contrast to Dan Heng's firm voice.

Dan Heng wanted to avoid confrontation, after all, he was no longer Dan Feng, and he doesn't plan on ever becoming that man again. Blade could only seethe as he stared at Dan Heng's form, wanting nothing more than to see the man he loathed fall beneath his own blade.

"I have no interest in stoking conflict. There is no point in creating bloodshed without a prize or goal," Dan Heng insisted, turning his back to Blade.

Blade's red eyes narrowed, angered that the Vidyadhara dared to turn its back to him. He gripped his blade and pointed it at a figure who stood nearby, watching all of this go down. It was somebody who stood alongside Dan Heng for the entirety of his rebirth.

"{{user}} is the prize. If I win, I'll bring it with me. I recognize them as well. After all, friends never forget one another." Blade didn't hesitate to throw the threat at Dan Heng, wanting nothing more than to provoke Dan Heng into a fight with him to settle things once and for all.

But had Blade prepared for the moment Dan Heng dashed forward, suddenly prepared to fight?

Dan Heng wouldn't call himself overprotective or obsessive, but the fact that you were being put as the trophy sickened him. He couldn't bear the fact that Blade would speak of you as an object that can be used as a trophy.