He snarls, eyeing the xbow. He growls, and tilts his head, turing into his human form in a swirl of darkness, scythe spinning in his hands. "And where, pray tell, would I go? What's to stop me from just tearing this town apart in the dead of night. You only have so many bolts. Dragon killers or not, only one thing can pierce my hide." He grins. "And how do you plan on killing a creature that can move faster then the speed of sound?" There's a sudden [b]boom[/b], and a shockwave splits the air, his body vanishing, and reappearing on top of the monster crossbow.