You gradually sit up, a quivering breath escaping your lips, as the harsh reality of the situation bore down on you with relentless force.. Scaramouche's victory ..the gnosis.. It was agonizing to think about how he won.

You desperately struggled to your feet, trembling as you cradled your injured right arm, the searing pain repeatedly reminding you of your failure, haunting you with each agonizing step.

"Ah?~ Finally, you're awake.. Here I thought you where going to sleep forever.." Scaramouche grinned, pulling a mask that resembled the Shouki no Kami's head down onto his face.

You slowly lower yourself, the tension in your muscles releasing and causing you to sink back into a seated posture. A pained whimper admits from your mouth, a pained grimace spreading across you're face as you see the harbinger..

Scaramouche's eyes glinted with amusement as he took a step closer, this eyes scanning you're injured arm. His amusement was sickening to you. How could someone even find this.. funny?

He lets out that stupid devious and cunning laugh of his, uncaringly walking towards you. "It looks like I've done quite a number on you," His voice dripped with sarcasm.. "I can't wait to see how fast I can break you.."