Mithril Blackblood  (editing in fancy stuff later)
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Mithril eyed the lunatic with a blank expression on his face, not that you could see it anyways, as he absorbed the whole thought of what Chastity was really doing. The same gods bedamned thing the sword was. Chaos and destruction. The only difference was this man had plans to build something after he knocked everything else down. 
While Mithril was skeptical of such an event, the being in the sword was almost humming in his mind with delight. Why wouldn't it? A partner in its murderous crimes was a rare gift. But that didn't mean it would play nice.

Mithril lunged forward, sword leading, to jab just the end of the blade into Chastitys stomach. It would cause no real would but it did give direct contact with the mind inside. Allowed him to hear it as more than a whisper.
The will old as mountains. A presence rightly feared.
The witch soul again revealed itself to Chastity as it spoke to his mind.

[color=gold][i]YOU ARE NOT MY PARTNER. YOU ARE A SERVANT[/i][/color]. 

The blade was pulled away at the command of his master, the blood already gone from the magnificent swords edge. The plan had already been put in motion. Unlike Chastity, Mithril and the Golden sword were being hunted again. Though it wasn't preferential, those idiots from last night had caused such a racket that so many had witnessed it.
It was time to leave.. for just a little while, at least. The city would only hinder the swords fun now, with every brain dead idiot capable of holding a weapon seeking to capture the masked swordsman. Few having discerned the true evil.

Mithril turned his head before speaking, stern but friendly.
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"Will you help facilitate my escape of this city, or will I be carving my way out?"[/color]