A sinister grin crossed Talon's face when he observed the hole he blasted in Daniel's armor. The exposed, bloody flesh was like a beacon to the dragon, pleading to be torn open further so that Daniels lungs and entrails could be strewn about the battlefield. He had to admit, though, he was surprised this man was still standing after a blast like that. "My name?" Talon sneered, as his hand dropped the broken blade and plunged into another rift in space. "Sometimes it's fun watching the effect my name has on the little apes that claim so much of this world as their own." He pulled his hand out of the rift holding a fresh blade and a vial with a deep red fluid in it. "I'll send a poor fool running into some village or another and have him tell them that I'm coming. Oh, if only you could know the joy of watching them panic before watching them burn!" He tossed the vial in the air and slashed at it with both blades in an X, coating both of them with the red liquid. As it dripped along the blades, it writhed and pulsed, as if it were alive, yet gave no definitive sign that it was anything more than ordinary blood. "Talon. That is the name that will herald your demise, and the name your soul will be crying out for all eternity!"

In the back of his mind, Talon felt the madness creeping in, aggravated by the pain clawing at the back of his skull. The knight couldn't die yet. He hadn't experienced nearly enough pain. On some level, he still respected him. That would not do. No, now that his prey was wounded, he wanted it to despise him. He needed to see nothing but pain and hatred in the knight's eyes before he delivered the final blow. "Daniel of Columbia, you say? Columbia... that sounds like a lovely place. [color=ed1c24]I'll fix that after I fix you!"[/color] 

Talon calmly advanced on his foe, though now his expression was different. He was no longer curious how strong Daniel was. There was nothing in his eyes but pure sadism. The madness was seeping into him, and in time it would become his weapon, but for now he had something else prepared. How wary would the knight be of the blood dripping from his blades. As Talon walked forward, a few drops hit the ground, soaking into the dirt like any innocuous liquid. No steam or menacing his emanated as it struck the ground, but this liquid had been the gruesome end of countless men and women. Though out of striking range, Talon swung one of his blades, sending a small splatter of blood Daniel's way.