Clarent sat up and stood, staring at Minx and Darkside. For some reason he felt an odd sense of guilt, as if this were his fault, for no reason... An image of Creed flashed through his mind and his face darkened before he shook his head. He lost masters before, this one was no different. There was absolutely no reason for Clarent to have expected anything more. He sensed that danger had passed him, and now he felt the overwhelming need to rest. He focused, trying to turn back to the form of a blade, and he glowed, but the light seemed to sputter and die. He blinked. "What the hell...?" He thought to himself. He tried again, and this time he didn't even glow. He was... stuck, in a human form. Slowly his vision faded and the humanoid sword blacked out, falling forward and curling up, sleeping rather peacefully. For some reason he... grew a cat-like tail? It swayed to and fro, and looked completely out of place, as if he did it on purpose just for the sake of having it...