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(UNNECESSARY ALL CAPS! Hey, a demon slayer is like a hunter, which is exactly what a ranger is. Besides, I don't think you ever came out and said you where a demon slayer, so how is he supposed to know?)

The man's crimson eyes narrowed at the word 'mage.'
"I am no mage. I'm far beyond what a pathetic mage can do. I do not try to impress anyone. Illusions impress other beings, and believe me, what I do is no illusion."
Seeing the muscles tense in Torren's arm, the man placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, determined to be ready incase Torren became hostile.
"These 'pets' of your's are far from your common dog. Slowly, they will begin to think on their own and no level of spell or magic can supress that. The only thing that can make someone do something is fear. Do your 'dogs' fear you? From the way they look at you, I think not. Right now, they see you as a way to get to their food source, and once they realize that you cannot provide a constant source of food, they will turn on you. Imagine a death where the last thing you smell is their rotting flesh and the last thing you feel is something nawing at your throat. Not a good way to die now is it?"

((You didn't get what my character was getting at.))

The man simply smirked.
"You cannot grasp what I said yet I am the boy. Hmm......Perhaps we should speed things up a bit."
The man raised his finger at one of the zombies and from his finger shot a solid black beam straight to the zombie's head. Almost instantly, the zombie turned on one of the other zombies and the two began to fight. Then the man pointed his finger at Torren.
"Do not make death threats to me. I came here without hostile intentions, yet you continue to force things to escalate. Necromancy can't help you against me. Your undead cannot even get near me, much less do anything against me. The same with you yourself."
The man's crimson eyes locked onto the two zombies that were still fighting and he pointed the palm of his right hand at them.
"Such a waste to good magic. On your part that is."
From the man's hand, a flaming black ball emerged and struck where the two undead fought, resulting in a massive explosion. Once the smoke cleared, there was nothing but a small crater in the ground.
"I need not a book of necromancy or spells or potions or any such thing. A higher being has saw fit to place me above you so I suggest that you realize this and listen. If not, old things do wither and die."

((lolz.))

"I serve no one. I am no slave to anyone or anything. I am simply me. One who has been given a spot above most and is humble where I am. I could ascend to the top and gain untold glory and unimagnible riches, if that's what I wished. I could cheat death itsself and live on forever if I wanted, but I do not wish to remain on this plane of existance forever. On the same hand, I do not wish to leave anytime soon. I must congratulate you. You have managed to turn me against you when I was only a neutral party moments ago. I'm going to let you in on a little secret. You have a contengiency headed towards you at this very moment. The zombies that you sent against them wont be able to do much more than they have against me. You wont be able to send anything against them right now either. As of right now, you have two choices...."
The area around the two began to grow darker and darker with each passing moment. Keeping his hands at waist level and beside him, Jet turned his hands so that his palms faced Torren.
"You can run and hide and live a short while longer, or you can die here and now. Make your choice."

Jet smirked again.
"Teleporting away is the same as running and hiding. As for not being able to kill you...."
Suddenly, two flaming black balls shot from the open palms of Jet's hands, both moving at incrdiable speeds. Once they inpacted either Torren or the ground right under him, they'd explode in a sinlge massive explosion of black flame. Now, anyone knew that black flame was the hottest to ever have been discovered and almost nothing could withstand it, espically at the level which Jet had it.

((Dramatic Villain Entrance Go! XD This should have happened a lot sooner, but it's homecoming weekend so lay off me.))

Sovern moved into the ruins, walking slowly, his face looking, for the first time in some while, blank. He felt a reluctance on the other end of the golden chain clipped on his wrist, and he tugged it, hearing a squeak as the tiny figure was pulled closer to him.
"You find this place not to your liking, Mizar?" his grin returned to his face as he gazed back at the Imp floating despondently behind him. "Come now, it will be over soon."
Sovern walked up to a stone slab, all that remained of a structure that had stood here so long ago. He pressed his hand against the faded runes etched into it. He could feel the power pulsate, raw and undirected now that its purpose had been lost.
The sound of shifting feet broke Sovern from his momentary thought, and he turned and saw one of the undead, a rotting corpse shuffling brainlessly toward him.
"We aren't alone, it seems," Sovern said, glancing at the hunger-driven zombie. "And here I thought this would be all too easy. Mizar, if you would."

((Note: Sovern is currently in a section of the ruins away from where Jet and Torren are, so neither of you know that he's there at this particular moment in time.))

((but you said it could have landed in front of him as well, it's feesible it only did that. besides, his whole stomach area is missing, why are you complaining? >.<))