[i]James wouldn't be waiting soon, as Luana came into range. From there, she began a swift, uppercut of a slash, though the intent wasn't to kill. Not yet.[/i]

He tried to block it, but he was too slow. He held his sword against hers with both hands, but a gash ran up his chest. Delphi yelped then made a loud noise, like 500 hertz loud. With it was a message sent to the Ghosts of his Guardian's fireteam. But James's ears hurt. And he fell to his knees, partially from the pain, partially from the noise.

[i]The noise certainly didn't help Luana, as she was forced to step back, her mind spinning from the sudden noise. She suddenly regained control, almost swearing before swinging her katana down: the blade would cleave through his left knee, before his right knee was suddenly sliced open as well.[/i] [i]From there, Luana kicked James to the dirt and grabbed Delphi, bringing the Ghost to her helmeted face. From there, she whispered a single message:[/i] "The First Sword sends her regards." [i]-before promptly ramming the katana through the bottom of the Ghost. Normally, such a weapon wouldn't be able to penetrate a target so easily, but it was indeed a Ghost.[/i] "And then, there's you." [i]The woman threw the Ghost down, turning to James.[/i] "Last words?"

"Delphi--" he called out, concerned. Then his hope was lost, "Delphi." He crawled over to his Ghost. He cradled the dead Ghost in his hands.

[i]Despair. That was what fueled the man, at least to Luana.[/i] [i]She didn't let that stop her, though. The warrior would lift up the Raze-Lighter, heaving up the massive sword and studying it's heated blade. She would allow the Legion to study the sword, before she took it for her own purposes. And the armor that the Titan bore, too.[/i] [i]With a single stroke, Luana allowed the sword to slice off the Titan's legs, leaving scorched stumps where they were. She knew it was agonizing, yet she didn't care, beginning to take the Titan's leg armor in a large, strung bag.[/i]

[spoiler]Well, I wanted the sword to go to Blake as a Legacy. And it has in another post, so do whatever.[/spoiler] James howled in pain. With regret, he stared at the sword that was once his. The fire had cauterized his legs. He knew this would be his final death. His blue eyes were filled with regretti. What was left of his knees were weak. His arms were heavy. He at least wanted to die while eating spaghetti. [spoiler]I don't regretti typing that last paragraph Spaghetti.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Blake VS Luana, Raze-Lighter showdown?[/spoiler] [i]Fuсk James' spaghetti.[/i] [i]She would then sever James' arms, "disarming" the man in a terrible, yet efficient, fashion. After taking the Titan's armor, Luana would let out something of a muffled, soft chuckle, before swinging one last time.[/i] [i]James' body would be split into two, his hunk of a body sliced in half, horizontally, the blade cleaving through his waist. His entrails would escape his body, the guts of the man cauterized from the blow. Luana would sit upon a rock and watch him die, from there.[/i]

[spoiler]Someone else did it.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Still killing him, and in a better way where the killer doesn't run, nor let her victim bleed out. Besides.. you'd want Cannon after me, not Void. Void doesn't deserve his pansy fit.[/spoiler]