Ryu Terui's plan was the best option Philip could think of. He didn't want to kill anybody. He didn't want them to have to undergo punishment games either, but there was no way to avoid that. Like he'd pointed out himself, at most one person would be saved.

When he stepped into the ring, he was wearing his vest's hood up over his head, the brim coming down just over his eyes. He was glad he hadn't had a match in the first round; that, at least, was a relief.

He flinched when Ankh's Branch of Sin flared up. He could light his blood on fire? Fascinating -- but Philip had something more important to worry about. He took a deep breath and stepped backward. He had to find a way to do this without his Branch of Sin.