Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150508132200/@comment-32663439-20150509084646

Tsuyika's enemy was a very sinister being, apparently. It seemed to be a tall figure wearing a ragged cloak. They were shambling towards Tsuyika slowly with the assistance of a gnarled staff. The hands that were holding the staff, that were sticking out of the robes, were extremely skinny, literally skin and bones.

Its physical appearance wasn't what was scary about it. Evil, dark magics could be felt practically radiating from it, feelings that were changing the way Tsuyika thought. All of the sudden, she was feeling that she had failed her family terribly somehow, and that she should immediately kill herself to set her family free from her.

It was the one real fear that Tsuyika held in her life. The fear that she had failed her family. She looked down to the sword in her hand, as she started to cry. "I'm sorry, Mother... Father... Tanu..." She raised the blade, and pointed it at her heart.

(The one real defense and offense that the cloaked figure has is that he makes his opponents want to kill themselves instead of him by exploiting their fears and emotions.)

Katherine continued to hold the Blade ready. "Alright, then... what now?"