"Scimitar, you seem to like having a strong appearance to your enemies." 
Alkanphel commented after he got his new arm.
"Your point?" Scimitar asked.
"Your friends are being chased by my Akuma, you know." 
Scimitar pounced at the wall, despite the frying he got.
His friends, he wasn't going to lose more friends, not like.....
That chain of thought was all Alkanphel needed to get into his head.
Scimitar saw memories he didn't want to see.
When he was 13, he used to take a few friends into the cities, to fight 
Zoanoids for fun.
There was a girl with him. Her dark green hair tied in a ponytail, her brown 
eyes shimmering.
Sakura.
He loved her. He knew it, she knew it. He promised to marry her after Chronos 
was defeated.
There was a raid. Chronos caught up to them. He went Super, killing anything 
that touched him. A hand grabbed his shoulder, and he turned, jabbing his 
sword into his opponent......
Sakura was trying to get his attention so that they could excape. His sword 
went straight through her chest.
Alkanphel smiled. Now, tweak the memory a little.
In his mind's eye, Scimitar watched as Sakura began to change. She changed 
into....
"Ryoko..." he gasped.
Alkanphel's voice began to boom all around him.
"You killed your first love," he mocked, "what would you do to your second, 
now that you're stronger?"
Scimitar fell to the floor in his cell, clutching his head. 
"I can't..... I can't take the chance..... I just...."
Alkanphel smiled. Mindgames were such a great weapon.
*Now,* the Zoalord thought, *let's see you fight, when you're afraid of who 
you may kill.*