Revan

"And you know I usually avoid the games, so your cheek is null and void. Now, I have two reason to join, one is to dish out. . .  and your gone." Revan said as she flew away towards Margaret Town. For a second, he considered staying behind and taking a nap, but Jeanne would see that as a victory, and he'd be dammed if he let that happen. "Fuckin' younglings, making me do stuff, can't get a moments rest."

Revan ran forward, eyes changing as he entered Satan Soul. He didn't use either form, as that was overkill for a simole race, instead calling forth some hydras to form a pair of demonic wings. With a swift downward push, he rocketed up into the sky quickly gaining on Jeanne as he finished off the pastry in his hand. When he caught up with her, he give her a smile, before holding up the box tht she had left. "Thank for the treats."

The hydras that made up his wings began to glow as he gave a wave goodbye, before letting lose an intense blast of energy to send him hurtling ahead. As he approached Margaret Town, he took another pastry put of the box and continued to nibble on it. These were some damn good treats, and Revan felt he deserved some treats after his first intensive bout of training in awhile. And if he didn't, who cared.

[@Feisty-Pants]