Despite your best efforts, Blade's sword had finally caught you. Your body was writhing in pain, blood pouring out of your wounds.

Blade now stood over you, his sword dripping with your blood. He was walking towards you, intent on making you pay the price for whatever had led to this bloody confrontation, at least before his own death.

"You could have run away as always, like a pathetic mortal being you are," he said. "So why did you decide to face me this time?"