Jerus spun and felt his katana blade pass through the head of his last opponent, the two halves separating and the top one falling to the ground and splattering all over the ground. Turning, he noticed that Mason was moving away from the rest of the group and frowned, looking between him and the others. Then he noticed Mason's arm had some of his own blood on it and raised an eyebrow at it. "Mason, what happened to your arm?" He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was, but he had a sinking feeling in his gut.

Then he saw Mason's arm and he shook his head, taking a step back and letting someone else kill him as he asked. Jerus wouldn't have any sins on his head if he could help it, regardless of the fact that he was in hell.