[@kishin asura][@supertinyking]

As Asura backed away from Khaine's assault, the tall Dreadlord moved to press his attack. However, he was interrupted by the smaller mortal, who claimed to have been the one responsible for the attempt at controlling him. Furthermore, the tiny creature had taken up the blade he had called forth, a challenge that could not be ignored. Even if the blade had not been meant for her, the meaning behind it did not change, and the wave of rage certainly proved their words. [color=ed1c24]"Hmph. It seems that my rage was misdirected, then. You hold my blade, which is in and of itself impressive. That weapon was never meant for weaker beings to wield."[/color] Khaine's words were true. Darksteel, the alloy from which the weapons had been forged, included depleted uranium in it's design, and was by nature ludicrously heavy. If not for her enhanced physical strength, Maka would have found it impossible to use. [color=ed1c24]"Your challenge is accepted. Now, let us see if you are able to back up your words with steel."[/color]

Stepping forward, Khaine also noted Alexander's statements and reactions. It seemed that this creature feared fire. Of course threats of more combat were useless against Khaine. He had found himself out of his element ever since arriving in this world, and revelled in the chance to interact with reality with good old-fashioned violence. The idea of defeat, or death, held no fear for him. This Gram would merely have to step in line, and would be crushed in good time. And with the way enemies were presenting themselves, Khaine had no doubt he would end the day atop a pile of his slaughtered foes, as all good days end.

Mid-gesture a knife appeared in Khaine's hand, sailing through the air towards Maka's face. A test of her reflexes, as much as a distraction, as he swung the double-headed glaive to take her legs out from under her. He was well aware of her regenerative capabilities, but he had killed such creatures before. And as he once more moved into his combat stance, he knew this would not take long. For he was a dreadlord, and it was his fate to see his enemies crushed before him.