He looks up, his eyes bright and feverish. He hisses like an irritated cobra, and begins destroying anything within reach. He flings half a mannequin halfway acrossed the mall, but to him it's some kind of rival. "Where am I?" He comes to a dead stop. And begins sniffing the air. His scythe begins tracing large loops in front of him, and he begins to turn toward the others. He sniffs at the air, and his eyes glow eerily. He begins stalking towards them, and stops, starting at the robots. Rival hunters, after his kill. His cloak flares out, and it ripples and shimmers. He lifts into the air, and begins flowing towards the robots.