he was already up while you were talking, and his voice was filled with hurt, and anger however, his form had shifted, he wore a black robe, and he no longer wore boots or gloves, nor a hood, his horns over three feet long and he even grew prismatic and multicolored wings, floating mid-air as a bolt of energy coalesced in both hands, aimed at silver, then at you [b][u]"LETS GO THEN, I'M WANTED FOR A MURDER? LETS ADD TWO TO THE LIST!"[/u][/b]