"not bad sain not bad" a jet black cloud of smoke forms around my shoulders, and trails down to make a cloak. A wicked looking midnight black scythe with a blood red edge on the blade appears in my hand. with a short swing a glowing rift appears in the floor next to sain with thousands of tormented souls lining the edges of the rift. "I'd watch who you pick a fight with, i am an emisary of the grand reaper. i can make your life very short and your unlife very painful." The rift, scythe, and cloak dissapear in a rumble of sound and two burst of light. "But hey,were all friends here are we not?"
