Vitruvion glanced to the strange androgynous being, male by what he had so far decided, brows raised and entirely confused.

He had mentioned trying to keep the crowd still and calm. Certainly, Vitruvion, even at his reduced ability, would be able to hold the thrall of the crowd for some period of time. Although much of his empire had fallen he still held the charisma and demeanor to hold quite the scene, to give a speech that could hold an audience captive. He had smirked, and felt incredibly proud, knowing that this was indeed one of his talents. Lowering the golden dagger he had begun to imagine how best to start. He could have Stare dart out and take their attention, showing to the world her glorious wings. Yes, they were not far from Akashima, but she was unique in her kind that she could fly. Her own presence was strong and fantastic as well, and could incorporate well as a precursor to his.

Yet, that period had passed. Now there was some sort of creature pushing its way through the void, from this 'Vale of Dreams,' whatever that was. Vitruvion stood, with his dagger ready, heart thundering in his chest as he took in the words and the actions and all that had happened. Stare began to peek out, her own eyes staring at the creature before them.

Massive. Terrifying. Moving with curious noises that were clicks and whirrs and a deep voice. Twelve feet long, with pincers held as if about to enter a boxing fight it stood above the maddening crowd and town, a horrific sight to be seen. Some form of insect it was, evil by the intent in its too many eyes, and oddly familiar.

"The Reaper?" Vitruvion murmured, "you said the Reaper? And what is a magi-"

Suddenly there was a burst of light. The massive insect screeched as something assailed it from below. Black, fierce and quick; a small blur occurred as a feathered assailant came right at the creature from below, cawing out in some fabulous noise of war.

"Ansaldo's balls!" Vitruvion yelled.

And he blinked. Then he was gone. All to appear right beside the flourishing black form that was right now running for the mantis' leg.

Stare had had enough. Being told to keep back, being told that she was to stay. Vitruvion had not given any specific order not to attack the Reaver, and thus she had gone in, deadly katana drawn, singing into the day. Its edge was keen enough to cut bone like paper. She steadily unfurled her wings, calling out in her native tongue to challenge the beast as she swept up her eyes and aimed to catch one of those of the beast before her.

"Come and get me, fucker!" she yelled as she drew up the blade, aiming for the closest leg. Her eyes stabbed to deliver a swift blindness, calling upon all the bad emotions of times long before that Vitruvion had brought into her life.

"Stare!" Vitruvion cried, appearing directly beside her, stepping out of some thinly veiled portal of the air.

She ignored him and went in for the cut.