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Josh descended from the clouds, the spectre scowling as he saw yet another battle beginning to rage.

"Taima, you bitch. Can't you at least keep the riff-raff off the front doorstep?"

Floating lower, he saw that these were living creatures, albeit foul as they came. A slight, cruel smile, the dark light of Kushin's gleam entering his ghostly eyes as he merely dropped from the sky into their midst, simply passing through the drakes to come into contact with the ground. The smile widened, as the spirit merely reached his arms out to touch the nearest beasts, an entropic touch that would literally begin to siphon the life from their wretched bodies into his own incorporeal form.

If one were to pull away, he would simply turn to the next, reaching out a hand that might as well have been a cruel, lethal claw, the mere brush of his fingers a terrible weapon for which no mortal armor was match for.