Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

"Bah." Nos, looking annoyed now, glares at Savannah for a moment, then groans and plods after her. Stealing a last glance back at Bohw and Mayor, he sighs and twirls his fingers around. Black lines of magic fall from his fingers and gradually form the shape of a spectral scythe, which once completed he holds tightly as he follows the others.

((I was trying that characterization thing but I guess 'twas too subtle. Oh well!))