He only looked at her. And then he shouted, and she felt pain. She fell forward, and her whole body ached. It was unbearable, and she screamed. Then, abruptly, it stopped. She weakly turned her head around to see why.
He stood, weapons drawn, in front of him. "You're dead..." he said, quietly, no emotion showing in his voice.
The black-haired man only smirked. "That's what he'd like you to believe, isn't it, young M'iki? That's just what Mousse and Jowy would have told you."
"No!" He stood his ground as the larger man stepped forward. "You're dead. He killed you! Fifteen years ago..."
Luca drew forward and attacked. He ducked.
