Boundary jumped down, his landing breaking the ground below him. Granted, he could have landed without doing that, but he wished to prove a point. His eyes faded back to amber and he reached out his hand, calling to the air, which picked up the picture and brought it into his grasp. He looked at it, seeing a man in a shadowy cloak and a hood over his face, and pocketed it in his leathery robe.<br/><br/>"Evenly matched is... exaggerated." Boundary said blankly, his young voice emanated from his hood, though the tone made it sound as if he had experienced too much in life. "How do you expect me to identify a man with no face. That and I see no point in destroying the world... its a pitiful endeavor, that accomplishes no goal but proving that one can."<br/><br/>He sheathed his blade into a sheath inside his jacket. He was not surprised he hadn't needed much use of it. He pointed behind her to a patch of shadows that had risen, forming a sharp blade that extended just behind her skull. He twitched his finger and it receded back into the darkness from whence it came.