"You're [i]weak![/i] A plain ole' little match blowing in the wind, urging to go out! Ahaha!" Suddenly, all of the white men dissipated except for the one holding Jenso. "Eh?" It was quick, and he didn't catch it, nor could Jenso, but every last one of his clone were taken down by a series of bullets fired from the top of a building across the plaza. The citizens around Jenso reluctantly began to close in on the man that held him, but in the same time it took the mysterious interference to kill of the intruder's clones, four more appeared, surrounding him and Jenso from all sides. All four changed their arms into blades, and began to massacre the surrounding villagers who attempted to fight back. They stood absolutely no chance against him, falling one as their heads rolled, or their torsos were harpooned. "Who was that??" The white man cried out in surprised, allowing his clones to do that work. He scanned the rooftops until he found something. The eyes of each clone glowed in unison. "Another Hero, eh? You're a dime a dozen," The man holding Jenso whispered into his ear.

	Suddenly, one of the man's clones disappeared, and reappeared on the roof across the plaza with its hand already bladed at both sides. With a single jab, the sniper was cut clean in half, and his body parts fell from the roof.

	"I'll be sure to kill every last one of your peers, little man. Know that Prisma was responsible for the genocide of your people as you pass into the void," Prisma whispered again, impaling Jenso's stomach with a blade that shot out of his chest. It missed his heart, but Jenso would soon fall to the ground, all the strength leaving his body. "Hehehehe..."

	Everything went dark.

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