*after ignoring the mercenary's little comment and deadpanning for a while as he was used as a springboard.. he rolls his eyes, first tightening his grip around the sword in his hand, then he releases, letting the blade blink out of existence and be replaced by what looks like just a hilt and a quarter of a crossgaurd.. but a second after it forms a storm of green hued energy particles shoot forth from a gem embedded in it, coiling into a tight column (think Tenchiken
) then solidifying into a four and a half foot sword blade that almost looks to be made out of opaque emerald*
*glancing up at the head case merc and the amazing flying Mourdor, he just laughs softly, rolling his shoulders then looking over to Soul, grinning slowly so that the slight exxageration of his canines could be seen.. but his eyes show that he's no intent of fighting her.. she didn't blow up his shack or use him as a diving board, after all*
I think it's already ugly.. But don't worry about it. We'll wait to see which of the flyboys comes down.... *a ripple of fierce yellow hue runs over his eyes for a second, and for just that long his pupils seem to be oval.. but it passes in just that, and he winks almost playfully* Then I'll take care of them.