Vanguard
It was about time Vanguard had his fill, the feeling of wholeness as his reserves filled was one he was ashamed to admit to find quite pleasurable. What a truly terrible day, to think she would have the audacity to show up so soon. He'd have to commend her for her stubbornness at the very least.
The giant didn't even care to turn and face the blonde crone or her two helpers, and yet he couldn't help but smile with uncharacteristic gentleness, the sort that would bring someone comfort and ease of heart if it didn't adorn his face.
"Perhaps. Perhaps you should have been wiser than to come here with a mutt and a gun for hire. I can't tell if you're looking down on me or if you want these two to die this badly. I've said it once, I'll say it again. You cannot take it, and I cannot give it away. "
His voice was soft, there really was no anger or irritation in it, no such emotions would have troubled it anyways. If you had to compare his words to something, it would surely be silk, and yet there was an innate sense of dread that the syllables slowly crept into one's heart, the sort of dread all men try to escape, a fear of an unknown inevitable fate that they would meet once he decided to cease speaking.
He was honestly quite surprised. He didn't expect someone with such an ancient soul brimming with quality he would hardly see in a common man would be, well, so sentimental. He was honestly pondering on what would cause her to entertain such foolishness. If it was for her own sake, for her own soul, he could understand. But the notion she would go to such lengths to claim her soul and yet forgetting this one crucial detail was simply baffling.
And then, he realized, and his tone as his voice turned mocking, derisive, as if he had just understood the most quaint of jokes.
"Ahh, but I see. You simply hate to lose, don't you?" He snorted, "It is quite unfortunate for you, but so do I."
He rose and for the first time he bothered to look at the two transgressors with a smile that mixed happiness and pity. In an instant, a weapon appeared in his hand, a blade unlike anything in the world that seemed to glow as the moonlight reflected off it.
"I'm only going to say this once. Leave. If you turn around, I will forget your faces, this will not have happened, and life will go on without any disturbance. I'm sure Medaka will be anything but thrilled at the sight of your heads, so I would ask you two to be reasonable."
