The Sword of Aeons vanished while her firmly grasped it's hilt. "Fool... I am Jack of Blades, hero of heroes, conqueror of Albion. You dare to strip me of my weapon?" Jack said as he balled his fist in front of his while looking to the God of Hell. Realizing he would most likely lose to the God of Hell if he challenged him Jack dropped his fist and let out a heavy sigh, his gaze not straying from the God of Hell. "You're sorely mistaken if you think I have nothing left in my arsenal." Jack added before moving towards the staircase with the others. [i]And who are all these others... Does he really think they will be of any help... pitiful, just pitiful...[/i]