Sense of Relief.

"Got you."

They were the same words, but the voice this time did not belong to Ozul.

The Sword Sage gasped for air as he registered the presence of another Sage. He really hadn't been able to sense him until it was too late to act.

His back bled profusely, forcing him to focus on stopping the bleeding. It was as if a wild beast had eaten a chunk out of his flesh!

The world spun around for him, but he knew he couldn't afford to be distracted in the presence of another Sage.

"Who-... a-are you!" He asked, stuttering. His racing mind had yet to spot Rai in his vision.

As his eyes slowly cleared, what appeared before him was the most hideous smile he had ever come across.

Rai's nails were grown and sharpened; those claws held torn and twisted flesh dripping with thick blood.

The Sword Sage realized it was his own flesh. The thought made something churn in his stomach. He almost vomited as he watched Rai chew some of it.