Maken and Nekam attack, blocking sword with sword. "Good. He's hurt, but he isn't weakening yet!" Swipe thinking to himself. As Nekam's sword strikes Maken's, it bursts into flames. Shocked, Maken is knocked down. Mr Trent thinking, "That must be it! The first secret sword Homura Dama!" "The tip burns from the friction heat of being drawn against the scabbard?" Maken thinking. "Heh," Nekam smirked. He draws the tip of his sword deliberately against the ground; once again it bursts into flame. "No. If he were just producing a flame by friction, I should be able to do the same thing. This is something else!" His sword still flaming, Nekam charges again. "Settle down. Don't let the flame confuse you! The fire itself shouldn't be able to hurt you much. Focus on the tip of the blade!" Maken stopped thinking. Nekam slashes once in front of him; striking the blade again against the scabbard, he rakes Maken across the chest with the flaming sword. "Maken!" "Lord Nekam!" Mr. Trent sounded excited after doing that blow to Maken.

Maken goes to his knees, supporting himself with his sword. "How did it feel, MakenZero? Was my Homura Dama your first taste of the pain of being cut and burnt at the same time?" "Yes. But compared to the sharpness of a cutting attack, the actual cut wasn't as deep as I expected. I saw your Homura Dama for what it really is. The friction produced by striking the tip is to ignite it. What actually burns is something else." A close look at the sword reveals tiny teeth along the edge. "What actually burns is what you've soaked your fine-tooth saw of a sword with, the fat of those you've killed." "Well done. You showed your keen insight." Mr. Trent thinking, "He saw through Lord Nekam's Homura Dama after only taking it once? He is truly the formidable MakenZero!"

"But it was rude of you to compare my blade to a saw. It's the brother-blade to your true reverse blade. If you continue to kill with a fine sword, the blade catches and nicks and the edge dulls. The limits of maintaining the utmost killing power and made a sword that could be used continuously by chipping a portion of it away beforehand. Arai Shakku's final killing sword, the Mugenjin, and my own technique perfected in my years as an assassin, the first secret sword Homura Dama. Through them, the weak but serve to feed my strength. Thus, the flesh of the weak is the food of the strong." Swipe thinking, "Both bear the SAME past as an assassins, both worked for the SAME man, both wield blades by the SAME master sword smith. But their hearts are complete opposites." Swipe tensed up not liking what was going on between both men. "You look as though you disagree. Prove you're right with your own sword." He taunted Maken. "Maken." Swipe seemed more concerned then usual.

Maken spoke out loud, "I know. I told Nyx a fight cannot decide who's right and who's wrong. But if I don't stop him here, he'll feed on all of the country." "I won't deny that." He chuckled. Maken charged, "Let's do it, NekamOrez!" Maken performed the Ryuushousen (Double Dragon Flash)= Multiple Slashes against enemy. Nekam catches the blade with his gloved hand. Everybody was surprised, especially Maken. Swipe mouth opened, "He caught it!" "You already showed me that in Shingetsu (first encounter). Once I've seen a technique, it won't work against me. MakenZero shall I feed on you as well?" He sinks his teeth into Maken's shoulder, spraying blood, Maken screams. "Maken! What is he, this Nekam guy." He Swipe tensed up. "If Maken keeps taking damage like that with not killing and everything he can get killed himself. He could have taken out Nyx easily if he wasn't who he is, he's always trying to understand and help. With everyone trying to kill him or wanting him dead. His heart and soul is strong but his body."