"Get out of my way Zak NOW!" Even as angry as he was, Michael Van Lue knew he had no hope of beating the masked man in front of him that he knew as Zak, but whom the rest of the world knew as the hero Starstreak. "I can't let you do this Michael. Even if you succeed, what have you gained? This disgusting creature behind me, you kill him in cold blood, and you become another one of his victims forefieting your own life." "Dammit Zak he's a child murderer! He killed my oldest friend's son, My godson, and if letting him live so that Bernie and his wife can watch him smirk in a courtroom is the high ground you can have it. Maybe a better man can take him to jail...I don't know if I want to be that good of a man. Now get out of my way Zak." "You know I can't do that. I will do what I must, not for his sake, but for yours." Starstreak brought his swords into a guard position. "...I know. Do it right." Michael brought up his knife. He made ten clones of his knife which started swirling around him, and took a step towards his friend and mentor.