"Gh-guh!!" he squeaked, seeing his neck bleed. "Kill me already! Put me out of my misery... I'm unarmed! I can't flip out and kill you with a grappling hook! But..." Suddenly, somebody pulled Kabe back sharply, and before she could slice Vlaardis neck, Vlaardi had shoved her arm away. The black boy had a tight grip on her neck, squeezing, Vlaardi quickly took his sword back, and Xor was still stunned, on the floor. "Tables have been turned, hm?" Vlaardi said, smiling sickly at her. "I'll admit, you did quite well to get that far... but, as we can see- URGH!!"
A thick, black boot had connected with VLaardis head, sending him to the floor. Olhal stood there, still unable to speak. He stood on Vlaardis back, and drew his own knfe. He signalled something to Xor, before getting Vlaardi in a headlock. By now, the black boy had let go of Kabe. Xor smiled. "Vlaardi, your brother is being taken care of. A girl he knows is with him now. As for me, I've been broken free from Jankhes control, so you need no longer fear me... and as for Olhal, the shadow form there, is him. Jankhe sent a shadow of him to steal Olhal body, and succeeded; Olhal was stuck with the shadows body."
Vlaardi didn't look like he wanted to believe it; his face had gone pale.