Cyrus gave no reply to the stranger's... "greeting", if it could even called that. He was more interested in watching the Keyblade Master fight. No matter what anyone has ever said, a person's true self is revealed only in the heat of battle. As a wise Keyblade Master once said, there are no real winners or losers in combat, only the truth. And from what he saw of this elf-man, Cyrus was beginning to reconsider his decision to come here. The elf was skilled, no doubt, but he was also arrogant. Even as he called up to Cyrus and the other stranger on the roof, asking them to join or wondering if he should quiver in fear.

"Your threats will only frighten the weak. But against the strong, they will do nothing but make you look the fool." he responded in a cold, blunt tone, "I came here because I thought to find one worthy to call my ally. But I see no such man or woman here. All I see are children, led by a an arrogant man who pretends to be a Master." his words were sharp, intended to cut deep into all who heard him. He sounded cruel, but in all honesty, he could easily tell that the majority of Keyblade Wielders present were rookies who likely had no idea what they had gotten themselves into. They would have learned the harsh truths of the war sooner or later, so that time might as well be sooner.

Then, out of the blue, a black scythe-like Keyblade appeared in his right hand, "A wise old Master once said that only through battle is one's true self revealed. So I say to you, Master, show me your true self. Haste!" the last word was a Spell he suddenly cast upon himself before leaping forth with frightening speed. He leaped straight off the tower, coming down on the elf-man in what had to be one of the most epic looking jump slashes ever conceived.