Feral sounds upset. “Perhaps killing you will do no well for me. You’ll just spring back to life a moment later.” The world goes eerily still. “Perhaps I’ll just lock you in here for all of eternity, away from your kingdom, your subjects, and MY precious Marcus.”
That got to hir. Hir eyes go wide, and hir head swings even faster. “NO! You wouldn’t DARE! Come, Fight! Like you’ve been wanting to, Coward!” Frau slashes at the emptiness, even then, it seems to warp the presence around its slashes.
Feral is next to hir, as though he’d been always standing there. “Temper temper.” He mocks. He simply grabs the blade midsing, holding it in place, his hands surrounded by a dark energy. “We wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, would we?” His grip tightens, sending hairline cracks down the blade. Somewhere in the distance, a small light begins to shine.