Death~ ~shifts and flies into sky~ Abby~ ~sees Roland~ Ugh, that guy. Seria- -giggles- he's sweet. Abby-?am -groans-
*comes back with claws and face and teeth tainted with wyvern blood and four in talons, two healthy, one wounded, and one barely alive*
Roland: oh, right, I forgot you're the high and mighty type -stands up, stretching- but, when you want to talk about the most powerful, talk to me
Death~ Hey. I'm the better one. Simple. I could win at every turn. ~leans against bench~ Face it. Im too much.
Roland: -turns back to her- too much of a braggart is what you are. In a real fight, I would win hands down
Death~ ~lips twist~ Oh really? ~steps inches closer to him~ Are you that sure of what your saying? After all, I'm one of your kind. ~breathes in his ear~
Roland: -turns back to Dallas and (I don't know your name!!)- now go do something else, I'm not your father
Roland: -chuckles softly- of course you are. But, I can't prove it to you, as I can barely see and my energy is sapped from my battle.