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The man began to struggle against Matachi's grip, but his muscles were no match for the King's. "I TOLD YOU!!! I DON"T KNOW!!" The man yelled, his eyes still devoid of emotion. His voice was trying to make Matachi beleive by being very very loud.

The man had little time to say anything more. The cement wall budged, almost broke with the force, but the waterlogged man hadn't been very hard. He blew up like a water balloon, sending water everywhere. It made the whole hall wet. All that was left, was the skin of a man, a dead man. The water quickly poured through drains that had been put there for spills, and the like.

(That's looking pretty good. The group is going to attack the castle in a few days. Just heads up, if you have the time. I'm going to sleep soon.)

(I'm going to sleep. See ya some other time. Tonight was fun)

The only sound that could still be heard was the running of water out of the castle, and back into the ocean. A dark aura turned the fish away from that patch of water. It wasn't natural.

Jack's bouncing grin would appear over Katherine's shoulder, silent for the time being.

After much thought, that nameless man would make his way through the parade grounds, towards the barracks. His voice would be heard as he halts outside the building. "General, are you around?!"

Zypher spent the day recovering from the dagger wounds. He was in the kitchen like he usually was when not in his room. This time he wasn't making herbs like usual. He was drinking a type of rum popular with sailors while he thought of what took place recently. He didn't wear a shirt at the moment because his upper torso was wrapped in bandages from the fight. He didn't think the man he was fighting was a fake of the real warrior. If that was known he would have done things differently. It seems librarian was right about the different men of death representing different things. He heard of bones and fought against shadow. There seemed to be witnesses that saw a gluttonous beggar who devoured everything including metal. That man was most likely named something like hunger. And then three other men came to the castle as Allen had told him. What they were called or thier true purpose is unknown. But thier names represented the skill they had. It didn't take much at all to find that out. Bandages covered most of Zypher's torso from the wounds he recieved. The daggers penetrated through Zypher until the hilts of the daggers pushed against his skin.
Lucky for him he was a demon and as long as his vitals weren't punctured through he would heal from the damages. He would take another day or so to move as freely as he usually does but once again that was even thanks to his demon blood and Tempest's healing skills.

That brown-cloaked man has found a larger two-handed blade in the armory. He would spend most of his time swinging it in the parade ground. Up, down, up, down. This weapon is currently bound to a small log for the time being. He has yet to step into the castle once finding the barracks, and spends every waking moment of his life training as though his life depends upon it.

General Paradox made his way into the barracks, ove the training grounds. His armor was dented in a few places. Either he had been in a fight, or something heavy had fell on top of him. It didn't matter what had happened since he would never speak of it. Such things were largely unimportant to him. The black cloaked Paradox would spot the nameless man in the distance.

Serenity munched happily on the carrot. "Father was the smartest man in the whole world, ya know. He also told me that the best way to avoid death is to pray to the gods." She spoke while the carrot was stuffed in her small mouth.

The bodyguard would take out his own bottle of heavy alchohol. He didn't need anything at the moment.

Jack's bouncing mouth can still be seen. After having simply remained where it was for some time it now speaks. "I saw him well, he had a great deal of fun."

That unnamed man would continue where he is, completely soaked in sweat after hours of training, the grass about him is bent in the opposite direction of his form. This phenomena is apparent for quite a ways, seeming to have inherently created a circle of destroyed grass for thirty feet in every direction.