He chuckled to himself seeing the sight of a military man being degraded by a Woman. She always made him laugh one way or another when they around 'other' people. There was the Warrior program, and then regular human military. Arias was drafted from the regular military as a kid because she had excellent potential, never really took to the other Warriors that she hadn't gotten the injection. He was proud of her for how far she's come, and even more so when she got on the battle field with him. As a Warrior, we are taught to overcome fear, embrace it, not to be fearless. It made a better Warrior. He felt safe with her watching his back, he couldn't say that about his last partner, the moron refused to listen to orders while over the wall and got ripped in half by an Ogre.. Not saying he deserved that, but he was kind of a dick.

Reaver started to slow his pace until he was about thirty feet above them. He placed his blades at his side clip to hold them in place. He wrapped the rope around his arm, undid the note that tied him to it; faced the wall and pushed off. He did this a few times until he got plenty of air, while as far as he knew it could go, he let go of the rope and launched forward into the middle of their ranks. Like fluid he reached started throwing his knives with where he knew he was going to land. He was a great shot, just not the best. He left that to Aria. Each knife met it's mark and just as he landed he pulled his blades from his clip. Looked around him at the shocked Goblins and said, "You shouldn't have left the forest, and now I'm taking as many of you out as possible until you understand not to screw with our City!" From there it was a blood bath. His actions smooth and flawless as he cut down many Goblins with one stroke. Any time a Goblin got terribly close to him, he saw an arrow where he knew it would be. 

He continued to press his skill to the absolute maximum. At one point there was a bigger Goblin that tried to knock him off his feet with his spiked club. Reaver jumped over him like an acrobat, and plunged his blade through his heart while slicing through another poor victim of his brutality. This went on for over an hour. Some started to retreat as soon as he got there, others started to trickle off, and a majority of them met their end at his blade or by hers. By the end of it, there would be a mountain of bodies to burn. He looked at the carnage that he and his partner had constructed. Covered in blood, he reaches down into one of his compartments on his belt and produced a rag in which he wiped his face of blood. He took a moment to enjoy the twilight, just as the Sun started to show his face over the Ocean to the East. His sweat was being chilled as he walked over to Arias. He didn't like the fact that he was covered in the blood of his enemy. Yes it made it more intimidating, but attractive in any way? He'd have to say no. While he cleaned off his blades and put them back into their holster. He looked up at her when he was closer and said, "So what're we having for breakfast? I'm famished."