[b]The same armoured man as before walks to the centre of the Dojo's courtyard. His exosuit was burnt, slashed, dented and overall beaten. Scorch marks and ash decorated the once pristine chrome plating, yet it was now dull due to all of the fighting. Within the once-great Dojo, everyone receives a message within their head. There were only words, however; no voice to say them.[/b] [quote]Let this be a lesson to all of you. How can you call yourselves the Dojo when you rely on ex-members to actually [i]make[/i] it the Dojo every 10k?[/quote] [b]He holds something out for all to see: an armband with dragons intricately detailing the metal accessory. Zane's (Number XIII's) armband.[/b] [quote]Let your so-called "Lieutenant's" death remind you of who you once were. Because my death clearly didn't remind you. [/quote] [b]The same ash storm from before begins gathering around him whilst blue fire eclipses the moon, casting a fiery light along the horizon. [/b] [quote]He'll come back. Because here, death means nothing.[/quote] [b]And with that, he takes his leave.[/b]