"So, after all this time, you're suddenly leaving us for no reason whatsoever...? Dude, what the hell!? I mean, personally, I wouldn't have any problems with you changing sides if you'd done it for some emotional, epic reason, but you're just going to defect from the heroes after all these months of fighting together for no reason other than that you're bored!?!?" Sam's hair stood up on his head and his pupils turned white. He sprung at Glenrath, pulling a scythe out of his bag, and yelled. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"Dude, stop ignoring me!" Secondus threw a lightsaber-kunai at Sam, narrowly missing his left ear. Sam spun around in the air and flung his scythe like a boomerang, piercing Secondus through the stomach. A gash suddenly appeared in Sam's stomach, identical to the one caused by his scythe on Secondus.
"Crap..." Sam lost momentum and started falling through the air. Well that was an idiot move. Of course I'd get injured by that; we're both immaterial halves of the same whole. That reminds me: I wonder if the Anti-Sam felt that?
Meanwhile, in a school in Yorkshire, a boy named Anthony Samson passed out on the ground, bleeding out his stomach.
"Hey, Sam, are you alright?" His friend Lloyd asked, somewhat redundantly as there was now a gaping hole in Anthony's tummy. "Crap..." Lloyd looked around to make sure no-one was watching, and charged a negative energy in his hands. He abruptly stuck his left hand inside the hole, then drew it out again. Within seconds the wound was gone.
"Uhh... How did I get here...?" Sam glanced up at his american friend's face. "Um... Lloyd... Mind explaining to me why your eyes are red?"
"What? Oh- Sorry, crap. As a matter of fact, it might be easier for you not to know." Lloyd stood up, and happened to notice the katana that had appeared in his schoolmate's hand. "Hey, where did that come from?"
"What, this? I dunno. Just sort of... appears, when I'm under any sort of stress. Came in handy scaring away some mormons once."
"Appears, eh? Kind of like a SHaDOW..." Lloyd muttered under his breath.
"What? You say something?" Sam pulled himself to his feet and looked at his friend inquisitively.
"No, it's nothing... Hey, we'd best get going; we're gonna be late for spanish..." Lloyd set off briskly, and Sam followed him.