Killing these was easy for Vance, who was Injured prior by his Master, and then the following intervention of Malidi didn't do anyone any good.
It felt like the fate was against them. The world didn't just want to end them, but it wanted to torture them as well.
Giving hope and retaking them. It all felt so wrong. "Malidi that bastard," I spoke, as a red figure took form from the vapors of Rosso's blood, a figure that had a happy mask as well as the frills of a jester.
"You were alive?" And Vance, he didn't seem that surprised by my appearance, it would seem that both he and Alabasta had long been suspicious of the apparent death of the rat. Well, what can I say, I am hard to kill no matter what. "But this is your end, so don't struggle." He spoke, looking at the Vapor incapable of speech.
