Nightmare grinned, the armor of his helmet bending into a shape that could perhaps reflect the shape. He wasn't supposed to fight, but Jeffery wouldn't be any more happy if the dragon destroyed his precious onset.<br/><br/>The smoke billowing from his body rushed to his right hand to form a sword. A long spike slid from his left wrist, a chain allowing it to hang loose. Bounding up to a nearby rooftop, the spike retracted into his arm, before he raised it to fire the spike at the dragon with the force of a harpoon. The black lance flew through the air, dragging seemingly endless obsidian chain from Nightmare's wrist.