It was just another day of fighting for Aerrow and Dark Ace. They were throwing out kicks, punches and fancy weapon attacks. The Dark Ace was winning the battle. As he pinned Aerrow to the ground, he took out his big deadly killing weapon and poised it above Aerrow. Just as Aerrow prepared himself to be toast, the Dark Ace suddenly lowered his weapon. "Just before I kill you, Aerrow, I think I should tell you my real name," Dark Ace said.
Aerrow frowned and stood up. "It's Thorn, isn't it?" he asked.
"No," Dark Ace replied. "That's the name of my grandmother!"
Aerrow tried again. "Tanner?"
"Grandfather's name!"
This time, Aerrow was curious. "What is it?" he asked. The Dark Ace leaned in and whispered, "It's Slippy!"
Aerrow's eyes opened in surprise. "Slippy?" he repeated.
"Yes, it's Slippy," the Dark Ace growled. "Don't you ever say that name outside of here. I have to leave now!" And with that, Dark Ace left.