She jumps through the glass and into the highrise, thrusting her sword into the ground. "Drop your weapons and allow me passage, I come in peace."

"Oh, the irony Izanagi of the Black Blood Crew, the one who cuts down his prey like grass and tramples them underfoot. Am I next on your list?"

"Depends, but those are rumors."

"The Silver-head Gang, a group of twenty men. All dead in one night, that's a rumor?" 

"Look..."

"What about the innocent people at the northern trench, were they just an afterthought during your fight with Fire-Fist Ziel?" She continues as Izanagi sighs and clicks his tongue.

"They mean nothing to you? We lower class fighters are naught, but mulch under your feet, and our blood waters the soil we till."

"We do no such things, and I come in peace." Izanagi protests.

"Peace.... Look around you, is this game peaceful?"

"Hmm. I have no time for this banter."

"The strong have a responsibility, to be the sun that promotes growth and guidance for the weak. Yet you promote murder  and speak with deceit!"

"The strong, the weak? Who cares?! We were all brought here, to survive, and to use what little resources available. Those who can't fight through it all, are spineless fools!"

"I've been protecting those people for years. While your crew stands above, and spit upon us. Yet, you come in peace?!"

"Oh sheep, you know not the workings of this world. I have no time for pity parties." He ridicules.

"It's a pity. Many have mistreated and abused the powerless. Why do we have to die in the first place? Why were the women raped and used for deviant activities?"

"You're missing the point here."

"Then tell me, why are we involved in constant battles, that are not in our favor, huh?! Kill as much as you can trample the weak to become free. Is that the peace you speak of?!"

Izanagi opens his kimono, which reveals various scars and a large cut along the chest. 

"I removed these weaknesses from my bosom, to disguise myself as a man. Weak is a phrase given to those who have given up! They tossed me around when I came into this world. But, did it stop me from becoming what I am? No, I had to kill and utilize them as a stepping stool. Those who wait for a savior are petty fools!"

"I'm sure..."

"Quit your superficial heroic thoughts, It reeks of naivety. Weak or strong; this game couldn't care less!"

"There is strength in protecting the weak. Like taking care of your dear grandmother, surely you are still humane."

"I'd kill mine if she becomes a nuisance..." Draws the sword, and stares, intending to kill.

"You... You are a monster! You, you, have no heart!"

"Humans are fragile, such as the whims of a baby. Your mind only perceives the minor things even though, you've seen the bigger picture. I could have killed you from a three-mile radius. I didn't and you've discarded your life, just to have a meaningless banter. Oh, how pathetic...." Izanagi steps closer.

"Is this how a woman who discarded her sexuality, retaliates? You wish to fight me with such half-assed ideals!" 

"Says the one who thinks they can protect the world with sheer naivety! Save them and watch yourself rot from their impulses and complaints!"

"Sounds like a personal issue. You should look within yourself, maybe you will find the things you once lost."

"I am, what, I am. I have lost nothing and gained the will to survive. The need to kill is just an afterthought, but lately, I think the weak deserve to die..."

"Murderer!"  A spear plunges into the ground from her hand.

"Not my fault, they fall on the edge of my sword... If you don't want to die, seek another way. Use your damn mind, charm your enemy!" Their weapons clash and their teeth grits on its impact, staring at each other.

"You are nothing but a mad person filled with the lust for blood."

"Treat your enemy as a book, read their moves, and study them."

"You prey on the weak for your satisfaction!"

"Know thy enemy, but most of all, (sword swings and stops at her neck.) Know thyself. These are the rules I live by."

"I Protect and serve the people, we will clear this game one day. I'm tired of seeing people dying unnecessary, merciless deaths!" She turns, peering into Izanagi eyes, still level-headed.
"Fair enough," She pulls the sword away and steps aside. 

"Tell your crew to follow me, (Izanagi commands while she  puts her kimono together and pulls over  the hoodie) join the Black Blood Crew, and become a shield for the weak. Either you  come with me or die where you stand!"