The armored man looked up at Ren, when suddenly a bagel struck him against his unarmored head. His short blue hair shook and he cocked his head to the side, but he didn't seem too phased. He turned to Ralph, who was hollering and waving his hands at the man in a panic'd dance. "Um," he said quietly, glaring down at the bagel that had just struck him. That's when Ren approached him, from the side and struck between his armor with his dirk. It hit his skin, but the armor man pulled away before he could do any real damage. He continued to flip through the book though, slowly backing away from Ren. He closed it and tucked it into his armor with a heavy sigh. "Ok, I only have so much patience, kid," He grunted, clearly annoyed. The man rose one of his hands, and a swirl of mysterious blue energy began to form what looked like an exact copy of Ren's Dirk, albeit with a blueish hue. "And you've gone and exhausted all of it."

	"WHAT THE HELL?" Ralph shouted. The crowd went silent as he materialized the dagger out of thin air. Was that magic!?