Bloodmist threw a مککا, عجیب الخلقت at Whiteshadow but was kicked back and rolled back onto his feet, " looks as though آپ havent kept your practice dear brother " Whiteshadow کہا flipping his sword around and getting in a fighting stance. Bloodmist glared under his mask, " یا i havent been in the mood for hurting people Shadow..." Bloodmist کہا in an annoyed tone. " Well i dont understand why آپ try to change yourself when آپ really cant brother....." Whiteshadow said, Bloodmist was filling with rage at his brothers words, " آپ can never be good " Whiteshdow finally کہا before Bloodmist snapped, " i can change!! " Bloodmist shouted running at Whiteshadow with his sword and swipping at him but fell back again groaning in pain, Whiteshadow put his sword away and walked up to Bloodmist who was now getting up and facing him, Whiteshadow took off his mask now revealing shaggy dirty blonde hair and green eyes, Bloodmist glared under his mask. " آپ can fight me all آپ want........ but آپ cant fight who-you-are" Whiteshadow کہا poking his brother three times in the chest as he کہا that. Bloodmist sighed and looked down at his feet.