“Well, I can’t really cast spells myself. It’s just what a familiar does, really; I don’t exactly question it,” Skye shrugged.
It looked like Scythe-guy could shapeshift as well; though much more freely. Skye flinched a little as the man scratched down a tree trunk, showing off his power.
“Yeah, I can’t do anything like that…”
To demonstrate, he poofed into the shape of a crow. He fluttered down to the ground, then turned back to human.
“That’s basically the extent of it. Also, I can talk to animals, which is nice. Crows are really cool.”