Ryu reached behind his back and instantly black tendrils appeared as te spear materialized, Ryu placing it at the western point. Zeros' looked around and sighed.
"Ok...if anyone is squimish, I suggest they cover their ears and close their eyes..." Zeros' said as he flexed his right hand. Without his trench coat or undershirt on, his bare, scarred chest was exposed to the world. He reached behind his back with his right hand, directly inbetween the joints of his eight wings and directly where the main vertibre of his spine stood.
Zeros' looked grim as he plundged his hand into his flesh and grasped the indention-sword hilt under his skin, blood leaking down his back and fingertips as he gritted his teeth and yanked out. He gave a small, almost unaudiable gasp of pain as the sword teared through his flesh, blood flying everywhere as massive amounts of it flowed down his back and spine, the muscle and bone showing easily.
He showed them the bright, gleaming sword as he placed it in the middle of the other weapons as he made a trail of blood follow his footsteps. Luckily, with Zeros' demon and god powers, the flesh was already reforming, slowly, but left him with fresh skin, but the scar in the shape of Iduran's sword was quite visible, even under all the blood that he lost.
He licked his bloodied hand clean as he smiled at the occupaints.
"Luckily the sword didn't have time for the magic to engrave itself into my system or the sword would of been alot harder to pull out." He said pointed towards his back with his now, slightly cleaner right hand, which only had bits of his flesh and blood while his back was still soaking, including his pants. "And don't worry about scars..." He said to them. "I wear them proudly. They remind me of all I've done. All my falures or all my accomplishments."
