"Children, huh? Well, it's better than nothing. I was getting bored here, with nothing to feed my power..." Reaver murmured eerily from the middle of the main hall, his face still turned toward the floor. Darkness magic enveloped the scythe rested against his throne before he calmly took hold of it and got to his feet. Either this guy was overly confident, or he really was good enough to just not give a damn about the Dragon Slayer staring him down.

"Everything exists to feed my power. Unfortunately I haven't eaten nearly as many mages as I'd hoped to by now. The townspeople filled the hole as it were, but.. still not enough." Reaver chuckled, "I wonder what will happen... when I add a Dragon Slayer to my collection of souls...?!" he taunted with an insane flash in his eyes.

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A jacket was caught by the Iron Dragon Slayer's attack, being zipped cleanly in half. But the owner?

"Yuh missed!" Blaze chanted as she quickly flew 180 degrees around Kinzoku and made a flaming swing of her boot for the back of his head. In the childish mentality Blaze had, this was 'one awesome game!', and she expected her opponent to play nice and play fair... Despite the fact that he had a massive chainsword where his arm was a few moments ago. Playfighting with deadly weapons and magic was still playfightning, right?