The shadow sword pierced Isaac’s chain mail and dug straight into his side. The pain was immense, but before he could cry out, he realized he was feeling light headed. He knew what that shadow weapon could do now, and he wasn’t going to get hit again.

Isaac tried again, a different dance than normal, a more complex one, with the blows moving faster and less of mauling and more agility. But even then the thing just laughed and said,

“It will take your best, Cetran, to take me down.”

Isaac couldn’t control his rage any longer, the adrenaline had been an aid but it now clouded his mind, but that last comment snapped something. Before he knew it, he was swinging without control, the blade acting not as an extension of his arm, or a balanced weapon, but a chunk of steel with an urge to kill.

The black covered man kept dodging his attacks, then laughed and said,

“Oh please, show me the reason why your the only one alive from that day, Isaac the True.”

That was the final blow to his control of his true power.