A gang of men walked over to the wraith and started to attack, but Osiris just smacked all 5 across the face and swept their feet out from under them. The count of both new and old Rebels lying in pain on the floor grew by the minute. 10. 15. 20. 30. The challengers flowed like a river, Osi the dam stopping it. They stood no chance. The raspy cackle was almost non-stop, the staff and shadows following it moving like painful blurs. He looked over at his brother, fighting Ice. The blades came out and His armor started to produce the darkness making the cloak at a faster rate, eventually changing form, covering Osiris' entire body. His mind only had one thought as he locked on to Ice and dashed at him: Enemy. The scythe cleaved through the air and cut through the floor, narrowly missing Ice's neck, but nicking his ear, and cutting a significant amount of his hair. The scythe was ripped out of the floor and was thrown at the off-guard Ice, the blade impaling his left arm, followed by Osiris' hand starting to slowly crush Ice's throat, the leather of Osi's glove creaking and ripping with the amount of strength being used. "YOU WILL NOT HARM MY BLOOD." His voice was bellowing, a furious shout.