[ rolling his eyes at that cheekiness, nico holds out his sword in front of him. then, he closes his eyes and concentrates.
suddenly, the grass at his feet begins dying. the air gets colder, as if a storm is brewing, and shadows seem to dance around him. fear, like nothing a normal person's ever experienced begins to leech from him and the blade. it's potent, liable to make even the most courageous man tremble a bit. when nico opens his eyes again, there's a fire in them, like he could be either a madman or a genius. ]
The shadows are my birthright. Death and darkness are mine to control.
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He's not entirely worried about civilians getting involved, but...]
Ready as I can be for some weird magic that I don't understand.
[You can hear the cheekiness in his tone.]
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suddenly, the grass at his feet begins dying. the air gets colder, as if a storm is brewing, and shadows seem to dance around him. fear, like nothing a normal person's ever experienced begins to leech from him and the blade. it's potent, liable to make even the most courageous man tremble a bit. when nico opens his eyes again, there's a fire in them, like he could be either a madman or a genius. ]
The shadows are my birthright. Death and darkness are mine to control.