He smirked as she Remarked on him being seen as a devil, and bowed lightly."A devil, you say. Perhaps... I will kill you all the same..." he said softly with the a smug smile, seeing her replace on of her blades in it's sheathe. He felt himself grow curious. Remove your extra fire power, to favor a speedier approach, maybe? As she asked his name, touching his hand, his eyes flared open. Her pale fingers meeting his own caused him to step forward slightly, his own hand taking a very firm grip on her own."My name... Such a simple request for your final wish... So be it!!" He said with a growl as he turned sharply, holding her hand tightly in his grasp. Turning full circle, He'd use the leverage of his own body to fling her form into the air. He was sure she was skilled enough to survive a throw as crude as this.<br/><br/>"I am Known as Magnus to the Ranks of Demons..." The words that spilled forth were full of a silent threat as his eyes slowly closed. Whether she corrected herself or not was no concern of his, for just as he opened his eyes again, He would vanish in a puff of smoke. The Massacre that surrounded her was only growing. The Plume of smoke warning the nearby nations had just reached the skies for miles. Reinforcements were being deployed, but the annexed worlds would never come in time. After a few seconds, The Scythe wielding demon would reappear in the air, Heading straight for the girl who no doubt still sailed through the air from the throw. His scythe was positioned to sail through the girls stomach, he even let out a primal yell to announce his strike to the armies. Just as he neared her form, He'd disappear in a shadow, only to reappear behind her form, swinging his scythe hard toward her back, Blunt side down to send her to the ground. The hit wasn't the worst part of this situation, It was the collide with the ground that posed the biggest threat at this moment.<br/><br/>When all was said and down, He'd slowly descend to the ground, His form in a mocking stance coupled with a slight chuckle."Come now, Darling. It's a dance, Left and right foot down...Can't let yourself be taken in. For Hell's Sake, PROTECT YOURSELF!" His words were riddled with deeper meaning. In laemens terms, He was expressing her to treat it as a true battle, Use both parts of her intellect, Not just her left brain, but her right. He was famous for Confusing both himself and other with every word. Before giving her the chance to regain any composure she might has had, He was flinging himself at her once more, His scythe poised to cleave her neck from her shoulders.