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There's a few moments silence, then the light shuts off. The voice seems to have no particular source, it just comes from everywhere. "Of course. A man such as yourself... who was i to think i was your only victim? there may have been hundreds, less lucky than i was". The voice seems oddly familiar. There's a glimmer, and a single blade appears in the darkness, about thirty feet ahead of him. He can't see the hilt, or guard, just the long, curved blade, standing out against the shadow.

A sword stabs through Kaines chest. Or more accurately, a knife. He recognizes it from his intensive studies on Japan as a small-sized Tanto, with a drop point tip and a blackened blade. The guard is ornately styled with leather, obisidan and black steel. Its also stabbing straight through one of his lungs, though apparently that isn't proving too much of a problem. "She NEEDS you? What did you do, kill her parents and kidnap her, you sick fucker!". The voice is beginning to get more emotional, less distant, and the glimmer of a memory surfaces in Kaines mind. an old fight, long forgotten.

"Liar!". The lights turn on as the dagger hits the floor, and it flies towards a girl, clad in ornate black armour, with similar style to the blades hilt. Hovering above her shoulders are six swords, ranging from a small Tanto, to a gigantic Odachi. All have similar hilts, the only difference being the length of blade. The girl is about 5'10, with a light figure, but obviously well trained from her stance. She also hates kaine with every part of her soul, judging by the expression on her face. She's also wreathed in a cloak of shifting shadows. Kaine can see, in an upper gallery, Kyselis, looking terrified.

He's in an arena, with a concrete floor and a fifteen foot high concrete wall, with four doors in it. Above this, there are racks of seats, obviously unused for a long time. He's fought here before.

She narrows her eyes, and draws a pair of swords, the third and fourth above her, one slightly shorter than a Katana, the other slightly longer. She points one at him "Your type always lie, and cheat and steal. No good man would ever hurt someone so much. If your that evil, your rotten to the core". She takes a very, very good combat stance "And today, i am going to kill you. It will be slow, and painful, and you will suffer as much as i suffered when you Nearly killed me. I also won't make the mistake of leaving you alive"

Anita's expression changes from sheer hatred to abject confusion, followed up later by an expression of some distress "He's a retard... i got beaten, mutilated... My life was ruined by a god damn retard!"

Anita sits down, the shadow forming a seat beneath her "Holy !!%%... your a god damn idiot... this changes everything. it Ruins everything..."

Anita is looking utterly bewildered "So... your an idiot savant? a person who, while incredibly dumb in some aspects, is a genius in others?" Her face brightens "Thats why you beat me in the fight! Yes, your not a total loser". She stands up and takes a combat stance again "Do you happen to remember the day we first met? And can you see why i chose to fight you today?"

She looks at him coldly "My name is Anita. You mutilated me and ruined my life on that fateful day, and now i'm going to kill you for it"

Anita pauses, and goes silent for a few moments. "It was a THURSDAY!". she leaps forward, the two swords in her hands, and a wave of shadow buoying her up and carrying her forward towards him. the other four swords follow her, floating above her shoulders on spikes of darkness