Real tempted to make a reply to this with Crimson Fist finding out about this and beating Midnight to a pulp..

Remember, you asked for this..

Through the evening air follows a familiar voice, a deep yet - friendly tone.

"Yo! Scarlet, I got those weight I sugg-" He's met with the sight of blood. The grim image of a body limp in the hands on the unthinkable. Rigor mortis steadily claimed over the body of Scarlet as his appearance causes a shadowed face to whip over their shoulder.

"Man did you come at a back time," says Midnight, whipping his blade to the side as he stood. It paints the cobblestone like an amuteur painter.

Crimson shakes, both visibly and mentally. The image won't go away--no, this betrayal. "No, this is a genjutsu! Who's doing this?!" he barks.

"Genjutsu? I wouldn't think a rock could be to assuming. Then again, you never took me as the smart type." Says Midnight. He begins to steadily approach Crimson.

Crimson's eye narrow, muscles showing prominence. There's a deep grunt with bared teeth, he grinds his molars together as he silently leers at his so-called companion.

Midnight stands spaces away from Crimson with a sly smirk, his gestures and mannerisms suggest a sinister playfulness to them. "Come on big guy, don't look at me like that. Here," he pauses whilst looking for for the briefest of moments, eye reflecting over the glimmering blade of his stained in blood. "You can join him!" He suddenly lashes out, whipping his blade with a wicked arc across Crimson's broad chest.

"Gyk!" Crimson's too slow to properly defend himself, yet he's sturdy enough to withstand the *. With a narrow slit marred over his chest, clothing ripped and bloodied red, he clenched his fist whilst a hand laid over the wound. "How--How could you? How could you do this? We're supposed to be friends!"

Midnight wastes no time for idle chit-chat, a man of action. He vanishes from sight, leaving a luminescent spark in his prior position as he appears behind Crimson like the reaper of death, whispering into his ear before a stroke of his blade cleaves towards his back. "You've all had to die sometime.."

An expression of shock plasters Crimson's face at the sight of signature movement, a seemingly time-splitting moment to catch sight of what's behind. No, he won't be caught off guard this time. Before the blade sought to reap, he snags Midnight by his scrawny wrist, throwing him onto the cobblestone with strength well enough to cause a lesser crater upon impact.

Shamed, Midnight spurts blood from the impact and does his best to regain his position with bolts of lightning transitioning him from point A to B.He falls to a knee while an arm hugs his stomach. Despite the pain he grins, his blade aimed in Crimson's direction. "You're going to make this worth while.."

Crimson stands resolute, arms up with his cladded arm-guards shimmering from the blazing sun. There's a look in his eyes, an ire. This person before him was no friend, but an enemy.

---To be continued???