Reala scowled at the woman that had approached him, and brought a hand up to swat her away.
“Away from me, bee. Or i’ll Smite you like one” Reala growled. “You don’t even have any ideya, you aren’t worth addressing.”
Reala looked over his opponet, ‘Copen.’ The young boy couldn’t have been older than 15, and seemed heavily armed. Strange, a visitor that hasn’t been to Nightopia? That’s a new one. For a visitor his ideya Of intelligence is off the charts. Could intellect be his weapon?
“You would assume correctly, dear visitor. I am Reala, grand general over the armies of Nightmare. What is your title?”
Jackle found the conversation boring, as most talks about Reala were, so he went to look about the crowd for his target, and found a certain blue Knight. Jackle flew over to him and flung his mantle open in a vibrant fashion.
“Hello knightsy Knight! Are we ready to play this game?”