He finishes spinning his blade, deep in a dence patch of trees, and his wings retract into his back. He takes in a deep gasp of air, sinking to one knee, trying to breathe. [i]The old man packed a wallop, and that kid was no joke either.[/i] He grins with bloody teeth, and wipes at the split on his lip with his thumb. [i]I wonder if Ruby will grow that powerful one day.[/i] He spits on the ground, clearing out his throat of the blood. He then drags his scythe along behind him, digging a groove into the soft earth as he heads for the location of Jub Jub's death.