Xenomorphic
One Thousand Club
"I guess I could help out the petty reaper..." he said running up to a Kishin and putting his palm to it's forehead, as a spike impaled the Kishin as it formed into another soul. "That makes 78..." The scythe said knowing exactly what his other half was bout to do. "Don't count your chickens until they hatch..." the wielder said as he took the same spike that was in his palm and held tighter as it started to thin out band lengthen. "01 Crusher..." he said moving his hand up and then swiftly moving it down diagonally as thin elongated spikes were sent to impale all the enemies that were ahead. Preferably, the ones in Nichole's direction.