#aswverse

He glanced to his arms. Both cold and metallic. Both could crush a man if he so wished. But he didn't. He had seen much in the many years of joining these forces. The list was endless, but they all came to one final name. Siero. The man who had caused him so much suffering was the last thing he wanted to see or even think of. The green-haired man's name dragged painful memories out, the worst of them being where the bastard had used that sword to cut off his arm. And then the other with the same damn blade many months later. He grit his teeth as the name of the holy blade came to mind. Heaven's Shadow. The pure white blade that could easily tear through skin and bone. Many months in the ranks of the Arkans had taught him that. And yet he was still rank 10. The weakest of them all. He didn't understand why, he had proven himself to be more powerful than the rank 9 through 5 members. Yet he was still rank 10. He stood, donned his half-faced skull mask, and fled the building.