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Joker was worried, The new girl's constant injuries and Remilia having her arm torn off looked and sounded like it hurt... This wasn't the Metaverse, where bullet holes could be fixed with adhesive bandages. Thus was made abundantly clear.

Explosions of flame and a blade cutting through air, through space itself. Actions taken when he was just standing there, staring.

[i]He needed to get his ass in gear. What good was he if he didnt even help?[/i]

As the blood spilled from Youmu's quarry, Arsene's form dissipated as the domino mask reappeared over his eyes. He moved to the now armless woman with the spear, he could practically feel the heat of her rage... His grip tightened on the knife in his hand. True faces. This time justified.

[i][color=0072bc]"Are you waiting for some kind of permission? You know what my answer will be."[/color][/i] Arsene's voice chided in his head, restless rebellion that craved bloodshed...

[color=ed1c24]"Yeah. I know."[/color] The trickster muttered, seemingly to himself from the outside.

[color=ed1c24]"Remilia right? Mind if I join you?"[/color] He asked, rushing toward the object of the vampire's blind rage, readying his blade to strike.

[i][color=0072bc]"Destroy it however you wish, you will always have my blessing."[/color][/i]