OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
"Yeah, but I'm not a yellow, I'm an assassin" he cleared distance with ease and was back to dashing across the beams above, completely vanishing every now and then, holding an orb of his own in his hand, not magic however, mechanical. His soft chortle could be heard resonating through the inn. "Yes, I'm an assassin of course, one who hasn't even been an assassin around you, just a yellow right?"
99% Jackass, 1% Crazy
99% Jackass, 1% Crazy