Masks 2

Raven, meanwhile, said nothing. Keeping an eye on their surroundings, particularly the darker parts of the chamber and what was above and below them, allowing the others their banter with what was, apparently, the Red Reaper of all peoples' arch nemesis.

Didn't see that one coming.

Speaking of not seeing it coming, that was what he was seeking to prevent. Readying ice spells the freeze the shit out of the horrific plant monstrosities around them that, doubtless, this Radka person was preparing to skewer them with while drawing their attention, he drew his family sword in preparation for what was, in all due likelihood, probably going to be the roughest fight in decades.

"You know all these years not indulging in the corporate streamlined merchandising of ourselves and here I am, standing here being lectured by a mad woman made of eyes comparing real life to comic books. Not how I'd chose to die, but to each their own I suppose."