SOUL EDGE A shining edge gleaming in the moon, a sword lies dormant in it's sturdy tomb. Waiting for it's time to duel another soul, don't underestimate it, or beware of it's tool. It thirsts for a life to claim from battle, it's absolutely silent except for a rattle, to warn you of death, your impending doom, it's such a loss this match will end so soon. Quick as a flash you won't see it coming, hiding won't help, and neither will running. It feeds on fear, which you are emitting and possesses it's user to do it's evil bidding. No weapon nor style in existence can prevail, the unholy blade will destroy much like hail of the harshest storm, while standing on a ledge, live forever in fear, of the dreaded Soul Edge.
