He threw the cigarette on the ground, and snuffed it out with his boot.<br/>"Some souls do not deserve an afterlife!" He stated gruffly.<br/>He softened a little, not letting his anger get the best of him.<br/>"Your voice...has such hate in it..." He smiled changing the subject, "It tells me so much about you..."<br/>He held out his his hand. A cloud formed around it, soon the cloud took form of a sword. He twirled it around for a second, and let it lay at his side, his hand relaxed around the hilt.<br/>"From your movements I can see hostility. You're really more dangerous than you seem."<br/>He walked slowly, circling her.<br/>"You amuse me young one, you remind me a lot of my sister." He sighed, but shook his head focusing again.<br/>He stopped to look at her smirking.