The grave keeper smiled a troubled smile as he looked at me. “Do whatever you have to. I’m just a reconstructed replica of Bersac Blackmore.”

He swung his axe towards me. The impact of my scythe blocking his stride spread throughout my entire body. I only realized then exactly how much he had been holding back in the hundreds of times we had fought as part of my training.

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: The Atlas Contract (Upper); Chapter 5, Part 2