Vale felt a sting of pain when Bruce's spearhead pierced his skin, but didn't let up. His sword clashed against Bruce's, pushing harder and harder with each passing second. When it became obvious that it wasn't going to follow through, Vale slid his right elbow towards Bruce's head, trying to open his guard for a follow-up slash.

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	Luke sighed and reached for the amulets on his neck. "I.. Ah.. I.." Luke stammered, trying to remove the amulets. "Eughhr..." Luke bent forwards slowly as something began to take control of his being. "N..No!" Suddenly his body lost all signs of struggle, and stood up straight again. It smiled courteously, and bowed.

	"I'd been trapped in those wretched caskets for so long," a new voice spoke, "Thank you... Golden..." He looked up and his eyebrow cocked back. "...Boy?"