Christion is speaking to a man in a ragged cloak behind the school. Christion: What do you want? Stranger: I wish to show you a power which can eliminate anyone who gets in your way... somethng that would ensure your freedom from the corrupted king. Christion: Do you truly expect me to believe you? If memory serves, you were the reason it was so hard to escape his grasp, I will be honest, I'd rather kill you. Stranger: Now Christion, you should watch the way you speak to your uncle. Christion scowels. Why would I uncle Narcunys? It's your presence which lures these monsters. Narcunys: How wrong you are. The humans cause chaos essence to form, which lures the monsters, you destroy the monsters, and I absorb the chaos essence. We're doing different parts of the same job, nephew. Christion: You liar! You know you lure them, and you are attempting to alert Satan to my presence here! Narcunys laughs Narcunys: Not at all, it is my presence which wards away the larger, more powerful ones, and shrouds you from satan's sight. Without me here, your job would be a lot harder. Christion Summons his sword. If I were to kill you here, it would only make things easier. Narcunys laughs, and summons his blade which is Identical to Christions, and his cloak dissapears, his demon wings take shape and they spread, the whites of his red eyes are black. He's dressed similarly to Chirstion, but is more muscular and intimidating. His goatee and hair, which is combed back, are dark brown. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye, and there are two scars on his face, one over his right eye, ang another in the shape of a cresent moon on his left cheek. Narcunys: I'd like to see you try! Chistion's mask forms over his face, his wings spread and his voice is low and demonic. As you wish, uncle.
(Anyone can interject here, as either a bystander, or maybe someone looking to fight, or whatever.)