He's in one of his fits, those twitchy, angry movements. Sword out, reiatsu flaring, a bale fire that surrounds but does not penetrates. To those sensitive, the sensation of dark reiatsu, heavy, fills the area. The mask slowly grows, the whites of eyes, sinking into the black.
He will attack anyone in his path.
"NOTHING MATTERS HERE" Screechy, loud,
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