shadow smiled and sat down. his eyes still glowed bright blue, he had total control over Nightshade. "attack" he would order, and nightshade would leap at Blaze and Nayru, snarling loudly and baring her teeth. shadow loved this, because he was evil, and suffering and misery was his entertainment. he ordered nightshade in every move she made. ducking, weaving, biting, slashing. she was almost another part of him, a second body, and she would remain that way untill either shadow decided to release her or shadow would be attacked himself.
Blaze observed and scanned every move Nightshade makes.