Nasch glared at Vector, fury and terror filling his mind. Vector had Merag in his grip, a sword pointed at her. He had that devil smirk on his face that was pretty much never absent.
He could tell Vector was taunting him, but his mind was filled with a red haze.
Nasch took a step forward to try and save her, tired of just waiting for something to happen.
This was a fatal mistake.
As soon as Nasch had moved, Vector twisted and threw Merag from the cliff.
Nasch watched in horror as her body fell toward the dark abyss.
A red haze of grief and fury filled Nasch's mind.
"You bastard!" He screamed at Vector, who didn't really react.
Before Vector could regain his senses, Nasch lunged at him, knocking the other to the ground.
"You're going to pay for this!" Nasch spat, attempting to strangle the still-dazed Barian.
When Vector finally realized fully what was happening, he tried throwing the king off of him but couldn't.
Panicking, Vector thrashed and struggled until he finally threw Nasch off-balance and tried to get to his feet.
He almost made it up, but felt Nasch grab his wrist and pulled him back down.
That's when Vector noticed he'd nearly thrown Nasch over the edge and the only thing that had kept him from falling was his grip on Vector's arm.
Vector smirked. He had Nasch right where he wanted him.
He was about to taunt the dangling, almighty leader when something unexpected happened.
Nasch shot an energy sphere at the thin ground that was keeping them both from falling, causing it to shatter and send them both plummeting down to a certain death.
"What did you do?!" Vector yelled at him, terrified of the gaping darkness below.
"If I'm going to die, you're going down too." Nasch replied.
Vector glared at him and hissed in frustration. How could his plan have back fired so badly?
That was the last thing Vector remembered before everything went black.
Vector opened his eyes to see he was in some sort of dark cavern.
Did I not die some how? He wondered.
Then he noticed his hand was slightly transparent and groaned.
Nope. He was definitely a dead person.
His attention was drawn elsewhere when he noticed a figure had appeared near him.
"Who the hell are you?" Vector growled.
The figure had purple armor and a blade in each hand. The number '65' was printed on the right side of it's chest.
When the individual spoke, it's voice was calm and smooth, even kind sounding.
"Your time is not over yet. I will grant you another life so you may fulfill what you were destined to. Only if you desire it, that is."
Wow, another chance to live? I'd have to be seriously screwed up in the head to turn that down! Vector thought to himself.
Smirking, he said, "You got yourself a deal."