Three opponents now stood in front of Blanc, he was outnumbered. If he were to attack, he would be sure to lose. What was coming over him, why did he have sudden the urge to kill, all he wanted to do was feel flesh under his blade. What are you waiting for? KILL THEM. KILL THEM ALL. SLAUGHTER THEM. I COMMAND IT. "No." Blanc whispered as he slowly backed away from the three. His grip on Isiel tightened, he was squeezing so hard his palms began to bleed. I SAID KILL THEM. NOW DO IT BEFORE THEY KILL YOU To Blanc the voice was ear piercingly loud, no one else could hear it though. "No..... Ill die. They'll kill me... I cant do it." Blanc was tearing himself apart from the inside. This darkness, it was consuming him. Was he really so weak willed. "No....No.....no....NOOOO, I WILL NOT" Swinging his sword in a wide arc, his blade made contact with a large pillar marble pillar. At first it appeared that nothing happened, but then its position shifted slightly and it came crumbling down. YES CHANNEL THAT ANGER INTO YOUR ATTACKS. STRIKE THEM. CHOP THEM INTO PIECES. Isiel was ignoring Blanc's protest, if this continued he'd be completely absorbed. Grabbing his hair with his free hand, Blanc pulled as hard as he could violently ripping out chunks of his snow-white hair. "Get out my head!" Screaming violently, Blanc threw the blade onto the ground and collapsed. Separated from its summoner, Isiel lost all power it had over Blanc. "I'm tired of killing, I just want to go home." Those were the final words that slipped out of Blanc's mouth before losing consciousness. This was his first time handling Isiel, it was just too much for him to control.