B. Battler stopped as he felt a very powerful force near him...it almost reminded him of the Witch that created his existence in the first place. "...it appears like I...won't be bored after...this," B. Battler spoke with a slight grin on his face. As if the darkness that came from such forgeries had become magic around him, B. Battler used that to teleport to where he saw a little girl with decorative wings. "Little girl...are you lost?...but...I feel that you are not...I feel your hunger for...entertainment..." B. Battler spoke to her, seeming to relate to her feelings to "play" as much as he himself wanted to squeeze every moment of enjoyment when as the culprit.