[h3]Masahide Saji[/h3]

	As the final blow was struck against the twisted visage of Masa's shadow, the creature would groan audibly as it fell before the group- still and silent. After a moment, movement would return to the body as it attempted to stand, talking once more through the face that adorned the collapsed wolf's head.

	"Glorious! Simply Glorious! You all offer quite the show, and for that I'll grant you a swift end." The creatures voice boomed as it rightened itself, readying itself for another round with the party. Meanwhile, Masahide could only look on in a mixture of confusion and horror, the words of his doppleganger now resonating on a level that he had all but ignored till this point. Was he truly so vain that his efforts to help the city were for nothing better than bragging rights? Is it true that he felt above all the others that merely lived their lives without giving as much as him? Clenching his teeth and fist, Masa felt the anger rising in his chest. At Kami spoke, Masa felt the truth in his words... And it was then that it all became clear.

	"You're right..." Masa spoke in a hushed tone, his vision lowered with hand still clenched into fists.

	"What?" The shadow spoke, turning his attention immediately from the group before him to his double just behind. It was clear that his once confident voice had waivered slightly, seeming more alarmed and unsure at the creature narrowed it's eyes.

	"Is it wrong to want to be remembered for what I've done? Sure, I want to help others, but is it really so bad to want a mark to be left behind?" At this, Masa lifted his head as his vision locked with that of the creatures. It was then that he felt that familiar heat of anger, urging the boy to shout out his proclimation, "I want the world to remember my name. I want people to speak of my name with fondness and respect- just as they did with my father." It was then that his voice softened... And again he looked inside himself.

	"Surely you don't mean to tell me you're ready to admit y-"

	"You want me to spell it out? Fine. There is a sense of vanity behind my actions that I'm not proud of, but it's there. So, congradulations, you've won. You and I are one and the same."

	As soon as the words left Masahide's lips, a supernatural light began to shine through the creatures being, encompassing it for a moment and elevating to an almost blinding level. With a quick turn of his head and lifting of his arm to shield his eyes, Masa diverted his gaze, clenching his teeth as the frustration of all these unexplainable events came to a boiling point. As the light subsided, he round with his hand falling to his side. He opened his mouth to speak, but fell silent as his eyes fell upon the image of a tall and slender figure, who's face was obscured by what seemed to be the head of a wolf. Despite the rather simple attire that adorned his upper form, his legs were guarded by rather robust ivory greaves, and one hand replaced with a long and menacing cleaver. For a moment, Masa could only stare on in silence as the anger that once welled within him fell to silence.

[center][color=004b80]I art thou, and thou art I
Thou shalt address me as Tyr, the Hand of Justice.
May the world sing songs of praise for our deeds![/color][/center]

And with that, the creature began to fade before Masa's eyes, the echoing voice still ringing in the boy's ears as he reached out for the being who named himself as Tyr. It was odd, but Masa felt a strong connection to this being... But he didn't have time to question it as his vision turned to those about the room before going black, falling unconscious on the stone for a combination of emotional and mental fatigue, coupled with his already weary body.