"Jason. Please don't hate me." I close my eyes as I flip out a small pocket knife and dig it into his side. He rolls off me in pain. I quickly get up, preparing a stance.

"Argh! You are dead Ashes!" He growls.

"I thought you would say that." I watch as he dives again, but I block him. I throw him back, but he regains himself. "Please, just listen to me." I beg.

"I don't see any point. You are against Angel. You are the devil. Simple as that."

"Seems kinda intense. Don't ya think?" I dodge another slice. Only by an inch.

"Not really."