Guilt and Creed's scythe's clashed against each other. Sparks erupting every time the metals touched. Neither of them held back and they continued to attack each other. Guilt didn't show his rage even though he was angry and he had lost the person he had grown attached with, in this world.
Not going easy, he moved his scythe that had Creed exclaim, "Easy there!" and his leg touched a bucket that had been placed in the middle of the corridor to fall down, "Come now. Show me the anger that you have," Creed provoked him with a grin on his face but Guilt didn't give in to the reapers satisfaction and instead continued to fight him. Using his very own powers, electric sparks flew from his hands that had Creed fall back on the ground.
"You could have talked to me," said Guilt as Creed tried to stand up.
"And do what? You broke the rule, Guilt."
Guilt's eyes hardened, "You cost lives here. Lives that had nothing to do with you."
