Midra was barely keeping consciousness. "I didn't want to do this, I warned you," said Blair. Naru pulled the sword out of his body, gripped it tightly, and using it as support, struggled to stand up. "Don't," said Naru, looking into Blair's eyes.
"Your turn will come too, be patient," said Blair.
Blair looked at Midra's face once more. Blood from his broken hand was trickling down into Midra's hair, gradually turning it red. "Your hair is returning to its original color," he said mockingly. He raised his fist again, and just as he was about to bring it down, a crackling sound came from the distance.
