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Clarent stood there for a moment, watching this woman. She was loosing her mind. Her madness was worse than his former master, and strangely tantalizing. The amount of magical power she possessed surpassed Creed himself. Her physical strength and durability didn't seem too good... but that would be tested. The sword stuck his hand out, slowly, taking her own. He felt as he was forced back into his blade form.

The sword clattered heavily to the ground, being surprisingly weighted in her hand. The sword lit on fire and its power and its own madness moved slowly through her. Only fate could decide whether or not the two beings could reach a marriage of wills. Would she break him like some of his former masters, truly becoming their slave? Or maybe she would be destroyed by his overwhelming power, crushed and rejected, burned to nothing. Only Creed had ever formed a kind of partnership with the blade, others simply beating the blade into an obedient weapon, or dying like fools thinking they could.