*jumps back up* Oh how much that hurt............... or did it? *checks a pocket on his jacket and take sout a photo* NOPE still good. *places the photo back on hsi jacket* OH yeah you are such a scary god of death. Pffff.......... you are ntohgin but a priased reaper. we both know Mortymer is far mor epwoerfullt han you. He is jsut on vacatons and you taking his palce whiel. But this arm is one bigger mudderfacker *theaa rm grows and cover sina rock armor* THE HAND OF THE DEOM OF WAR ITSELF! you think you weak Magic can injure me. *summons a Huge greatsword an dwields it in a single hand* You are but Mortymers Place holder. WHen he comes back form his vacaiton with La catrina El tren vendra porti! *Impales the sword on the grond and laughts*