Slash. Your blade attacked Scaramouche, leaving a huge crack on his arm, making him collapse. Ajax dragged him into an alleyway, holding him tight. You could hear tears and heavy breathing.

Walking closer to the two, blade in hand, ready to take a life, you look down at them. “P-please, he’s hurt badly, you can kill me just—“ You press your blade to his lips to silence him, leaving a little cut. Removing your blade, you glare down at the two. Scaramouche’s state was bad, he was heavily breathing as electro-colored purple blood oozed out of him at all possible areas where you struck him down. A bit of pity. Strange for you.