(I have hit a wall, and could use some help with where the story should go.)
Saiix stood with his back to the unconscious green haired woman he called his mother, known only as C.C, holding nothing but a jet-black katana and a shining white katana. He was wounded, blood dripped from his cuts, but he didn't care, all that mattered right now was protecting his mother. His long black coat, tattered and well-worn, now being temporarily used to cover her burned clothes. "I /WILL/ protect you, Mother, I swear on my life, that to get to you, they'll have to go through me first." He said as he readied his blades against his mother's attackers. A dee