Nekam pushes Maken away and wipes the blood from his mouth. "Bad taste. Like it won't do me any good, but it won't do me any harm either." Maken gets to his knees, hand over the fast-bleeding shoulder. "After all, in this world the flesh of the weak is the food of the strong. The strong live, the weak die." Maken closed his eyes," Those words." "They're the words I ground into Nyx, but they don't just apply to swordplay. They're divine providence. The weak have a duty in life to become food for the strong. Scum that doesn't become food has no right to exist. The strongest of all gains the top. The government is weak and doesn't have the capacity to hold supremacy. I alone can. My coup will be a godsend for this country. The strong live, the weak die. That's why you, the assassin, passed through the storm of blood. Can't you understand that when you disobey this law, all your effort is in vain?" "I cannot! The people you call food are people who survived the bloodshed of those times and now live in a world at peace. They shouldn't have to sacrifice their lives to anyone or anything. If you want to plunge them back into violence, for whatever reason, I cannot accept that." "I spoke not of reason, but of divine will." "I cannot accept that it's divine will!"

Swipe thinking. "He's not gonna give in. Nobody could beat his spirit. But if he keeps being pushed like this, his body is going to give out sooner or later." "You can't understand it with your mind or accept it in your heart. You're stubbornly clinging to your vow not to kill, but that foolishness only shows what the great MakenZero has sunk to. Rather than bear the disgrace of living in shame, I think it better you die with glory here!" Nekam ignites his sword again charging, Maken turns the sword aside, bare hand against the flat of the blade. "I have no intention of leaving my name in yours or any history. The only thing I want to leave behind me is the peace that came of this violence!" He struck him in the ribs. "Lord Nekam!" Mr. Trent screaming. "So you don't listen when people give you good advice. Then there's nothing else I can do! I'll kill you here!" He strikes again, then seizes Maken by the front of his shirt and lifts him in the air, sword leveled at his throat.

"Oops. It's a little too soon to finish it now." "His glove. It smells like." Maken thinking. "I told you, didn't I? You'll go out in a blaze of glory." "Gunpowder? GUNPOWDER!?" Screaming in his head. Second Secret Sword Guren Kaina, Nekam strikes his sword against his glove, and it explodes, knocking Maken's violently back. He lies as he has fallen, eyes rolled back in his head. "So I really killed him. And he still hasn't used the Amakakeru Ryuu no Hirameki. What a waste!" Yumi looked at her watch, "Nine minutes fifty-three seconds." (Thinking) "So there was nothing to worry about after all." "The Guren Kaina! To conceal gunpowder in his gloves and ignite it with the Homura Dama is pure Lord Nekam! Never a false move!" Mr. Trent laughs hard at the victory. "Shut up, idiot! Just finish things off!" Nekam sheathed his sword. From the closed doors. "Not finishing off a wounded enemy was your fatal weakness then, and it'll cost you your life now." Swipe looked at the door screaming. "ZAGE!" Wolf Brigade Zage breaking through the doors, "NekamOrez, your head is mine!"