Faust sighs softly and looks at the offender uninterestedly. "Why must everyone want to kill? Shadow, it's useless to ask questions. He's obviously the victim of some king of mental retardation... Maybe we should just put him out of his misery and be done with him."
On a normal occasion Faust wouldn't have been so cold, but he sensed that this one had no hope of being dissuaded, nor would he let anyone he saw escape. The only options that would be left were fight or run; both things that Faust was good at. "Well my friend, if you must fight to live, your life will be your end."
And with this line, Faust took on a white-hot glow for a moment, and his form was replaced in an instant by that of a black knight, clad in lustrous, black armor with gold highlights. In each hand he wielded a beautiful, yet wickedly curved blade with a gold blade and black handles. The grip of each blade was a perfect contour ant each hand-guard bore the form of a dragon's wing. The helmet had two horns of beautiful obsidian jutting straight back in a cork-screw, and a beautiful black-and-gold dragon wing protruded backward from the jaw-line on either side.
This form was truly a magnificent, yet menacing sight, and was meant both to inspire awe and to intimidate. None of it was anything more than light compressed into a laser barrier, but that energy alone would be enough to destroy most matter... That is, if Faust wanted to expend that much energy. To destroy matter with nothing but pure energy, especially en mass, would end in Faust killing himself... Though it was a good last resort.
"Well, my warrior of the dark..." Faust turned his light-armor clad head, with it's glowing red eyes toward shadow, "Are you ready to do anything in your power to protect the people? After all, we may not be heroes, but even anti-heroes protect... though they generally don't play by the rules."
Faust's voice was cocky, though his face was grim. The blades were neither sharp, nor were they burning with the heat of a sun... Faust didn't actually want to kill this enemy. While he held no infatuation with this blight of the name 'mutant', he still held life in high regard. He was a scion of light, and under his dark facade he was still a good guy, if not slight rebellious.
Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves, were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt. ~Friedrich Nietzsche