[Graceful Reaper]

The wandering swordsman gave a slight grin. "Getting serious? Huh kid?" he said wickedly. His swords disappeared in a purple mist and a scythe made of darkness emerged from his right hand. He simply absorbed the needles since they were his element.

Dragging his scythe on the ground the man walked around Raxion, studying him for a moment. "Make your move kid." He grinned as he slung his scythe over his shoulder. Seeing that things could worse, Ronoro shouted "Raxion, get out of there! Let's go!!".