Moonheart Meets Death

"My name is Moonheart", she said as she extended her hand. Michelle shook her hand and looked at her scythe. "Does he have a form like this?", she asked. Moonheart laughed as she looked at the scythe. "Now now, don't you go hiding behind the little girl's back. Come out", she said. 

The scythe began to turn into smoke, and from the smoke emerged a young man. He was tall and had shiny flowing hair down to his mid-back. He was handsome, and an earring was dangling as he shook his head sideways. He had a tattoo of a skull with two scythes behind in a cross at the right of his neck.

He tied up his hair into a ponytail and flashed a smile at her. He was wearing a simple white Henley along with a pair of shorts. "To what do I owe this displeasure?", he asked as he looked at her.

The both of them began to laugh. She raised her hand and the both of them did a high five. Ken and Michelle began to walk out of the arena, and they were followed by the two of them.