He looked down at the sword, tried to pull it out but was severely burned for his attempt. The white energy now smoking from his hands as the mysterious energy of Excalibur started to eat away at him. His eyes went up to meet me for a brief moment. The look of pure shock and pain that he has probably never felt before. Then as quickly as it was, he exploded in a dark shadow and sickly green eruption. My body was blasted backwards, the blade of the scythe leaving whatever wound it made. 