Jensunos head was hurting to a much hightened agony. 'Is this what a headache feels like?!' He cried out, his body shaking and his head screaming with joy, anger...depression...anxiety....surprise... 'Rggh.' He resigned kneeling on the floor, his arms all covering his head and face protectively. The emotions were confusing his logic-- the logic to heal himself.
----Blackness.
'dd....dnnnt...he........h...' What? 'He----' What on mothers great system?... 'He didn't do it! I know he wouldn't!' A dream?... That voice, Renkako? A younger version of Renkako seeped into the black. Ah, still a beautiful little thing back then. Mother's throne room faded out the black as he stood there accused, his arms only being a few hundred, and his height not surpassing Mother's yet. The greatest divinities in the universe were there,; life, death, prophacy...Haha, that was when there was only one divinity of death...! Wait, thats it!
'GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' The pained cry sounded from Jensuno's mouth, the shattered sky began to falter again. 'N--no.' He muttered, 'Darr is the one I want to fight, but I'll get you something much better than me, much more fun.' His head was still split, and his arms began falling off again into explosions of crystal, but he felt a little pleased with himself.
Renkako moved, just missing the sword but gaining a large cut to her neck, making what would have been her cry out a silent gasp. My voice! She thought panicy, her turn away from Kostil allowed her to glance a Jensuno; who was clearly just defeated. She tried to cry out his name, but her damaged thoat did not allow it. She turned again to repeatedly strike Kostil, hoping if she could take him down quickly, she could rush to his side.
As the two were fiercely fighting, Jensuno seemed to wake up and shout the name. Could you really be that desperate?! She cried out in her mind.
Sicklo heard the cry which did not register for a few seconds, and then.... Horror made her eyes widen, and rush up to Renkako's and Kostil's battle. 'WE NEED TO GO NOW, KOSTIL!' Her voice was a panic, and her body was trembling.