Rot had returned from his unwanted trip with the Black Hand. It had taken him some distance away and did not stop until Rot destroyed it with a deadly touch. Now free Rot was able to make his way back to the battlefield, just in time to see Peril squirming like a dog.
Peril: Don't look down on me, Rot. Or I'll drive your skull into your ribcage. (Peril threatened as he got up from the ground, with his armour reconstructing around him)
Rot: (Scoffs) If you could do that. Those two would be dead already. (Rot replied boldly)
Peril: Tsk! Just you watch Rot, as I destroy these two. (Peril says as he walks towards Lance and Leon, with energy burning around his hands)
Midnight Lance: This is bad, with Rot here, he could kill Leon at any moment. I don't think those flames substitute for armour, so Rot's power could still hurt Leon. (Lance thought worriedly)
Leon Chronos: This is bad, Lance. We need to seperate these two. (Leon said)
