He laughs, a short, mocking sound. "Quit? Why would I do that? Again, [i]I don't follow your rules.[/i] You can't take my powers, or my title. Maybe my life, but how many would die in the process? Just because my methods are unconventional for [i]you[/i], doesn't mean I care about what you think. Get to work? On what? Protecting these foolish [b]humans?[/b]" His eyes glow, and he draws his scythe. "I think [i]not[/i]. They don't deserve my protection. I'll cleanse this world with the flames of vengeance, and only the strong will remain. This is my power, my reason for existence. I am a Protector of War. And I will fulfill my purpose." His human disguise flickers, briefly showing his true form. He grasps the handle of his axe, and the blade begins glowing.