Something inside of him snapped after hearing the Alakazam's story "wait a second...[i]you're[/i] the reason I'm like this!? The reason I lost my memories and turned into a [i]fucking sword[/i]!?!?!?!" he screeched, practically livid. He was now seeing the same shade of red that colored his blade. "GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" he shook with fury. During his rage, his sash arm propping him up lost its grip on the ground, and he stumbled back down to the ground. Now laying back on the ground, his sash arm flopped around as he began to cry again "this really sucks. I want my legs back...I miss walking. Walking was so nice; I could go places. Not like now where I can't even move under my own power"

It was then that he had an idea. If he had a movable mouth, it would have slowly curled up into a smile "...yes...oh yes." Using his sash arm, he began to drag himself across the floor to the Alakazam, laughing maniacally as he did "I got you now you little fucker! Your kidneys are mine!!!!" However any menace his words might have had were offset by the laughable sight of a Honedge dragging himself across the floor "and not just your kidneys, but your soul too! I'm a weird ghost sword thingy now, so I think I can suck out people's souls. Not sure how yet, but hey, we can figure it out together. It'll be a learning experience" Despite his zeal, he was making painfully slow progress. However that failed to deture him