"Dammit Cilia! Don't be reackless. I can't help any of you right now!" Dremmeick yelled, his voice horse and raspy. a line shot off from the cage toward Cilia and his blade formed next to her. This time, however, it wasn't the heavy blade like last time. It was more katana like, requiring less "material" but still sharp and sturdy. It hardened and formed into the crimson metal right beside where she stood, slightly embedded into the ground.