Kilroy looks the blade over. Even without emotion..he could sorta tell that he somehow could relate to the blade. Not something much to look at...but, something which holds more than anyone would think. He rushes back to the hall, his robotic body seeming to fly.
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Drac takes a few steps back. But then, a few forward.
"You think you scare me? You're nothing....compared to him. You tricked me, and now you'll pay." He growls, before trying to punch him in the face, with as much force as he can muster.