Chris: *feels a thud on his face* you missed*applys pressure to the scythe, than slackens* do you really think I'm... Pretty? And if you do... Will silver? *re-applys pressure*
Chris: *glares* well? And it's not my fault I still have some heart. If it were up to me I wouldn't be in love, but how can you fight some foe that you know nothing about.
Chris: on me? Why? It wouldn't make a difference. No matter how you hit me it won't hurt, it'll be like hitting air. There's no difference.