God, you hated it. That guy, who claimed of being a god, he always showed up, gave you a wink and flew off. Sometimes he'd even fire a blast or 2 by you, yet never hit you. This time, he was back. His hair dark, just like his voice. He had an earring on, with a white ring Black: Ah, you're back. Don't tell me you want to fight. His deep voice told you to run, yet you stood your ground. There was no shot you'd run again... Not after he killed your friends