He wasn't much for words anymore, they were of no use to him. He instead tended to focus his attention on other things, like his new opponent. The men had left to wage war, and he was here hoping to fight and die. To him, this was far better than genocide. If she had lived this long, it meant she was an immortal like him, and that she could possibly kill him.

However, now was not the time for hoping, it was the time for action. His first hand went to the brim of his cap, which he remove and dropped to the side of him. He then removed his overcoat, revealing him to be shirtless...but he looked fairly normal.

...until mist emitted from his body. In fact...parts of it seemed to be his body, as it changed...