[b][color=lightblue]"My people?"[/color][/b] the being asked [b][color=lightblue]"[i]My[/i] people?"[/color][/b]. The being chuckled at the thought. [b][color=lightblue]"Oh no. Those are my wielder's people"[/color][/b] the being corrected [b][color=lightblue]"They aren't [i]my[/i] people and they aren't my problem either. The honor of being my problem goes to my wielder and - To a lesser extent - his enemies. The rest can kiss my pommel for all I care. So long as my wielder lives and his enemies die, I get to go back to sleep once the fight is over. Speaking of which, I think it's time we end this fight already. So how about we hit each other with our strongest attack and see who breaks 1st?"[/color][/b]. As the being spoke of ending the fight, the ground began to shake and lighter objects in the building began to levitate as the being wound up for 1 final attack. [b][color=lightblue]"It's fine if you don't want to"[/color][/b] the being added [b][color=lightblue]"That'll just make things easier for me"[/color][/b].