"ha...no one could learn my style, its impossible..." He stabbed his staff into the ground, small sythe like blades opened up "i have been labeled the grim reaper of battle, a cool name yes, but something you have to live with..." HE smiled alittle "my best bet with you boy, is that i would get out of the war before it messes you up completely in the head...from what you seen, theres more to come...of course i know you just cant leave, that would be going awol i believe..."<br/><br/>Mark smirked, "truthfully, i dont think any of my kind would help any human war out anymore, they grow tired of request after request from both sides and such. its quite bothersome. your lucky we never went to war with you, it would be near impossible to win"