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“A blade is only as good as long as the steel lasts. Sure a gun’s the same way, but you don’t need a massive chain reaction to happen. Either way, I’ll stick to my own.” Which included some kind of semi-automatic rotary grenade launcher and some sort of assault rifle.

Corvus looks at Vlador in disgust... which is quite the feat, consifering crows can't make facial expressions last time i checked. "Im sorry, i get we're from different universes... but excuse me CENSORED?!"

"The Space Marines are the mighty warriors that defend the Imperium of Man. They were genetically engineered by the Emperor of Mankind, not unlike myself and the rest of the Custodian Guard. There were twenty Space Marine legions, although two disappeared without a trace, and then half of the remaining ones became corrupted by evil. Last time I checked, the Imperium was dividing the nine loyalist legions into chapters in order to consolidate their power. That is all I know. Oh, and permit me to introduce myself. I am Constantin Valdor, the inaugural Captain-General of the Legio Custodes, the personal guards of the Emperor of Mankind." He turns back to Sarkaz. "You make a good point, but this is no ordinary blade." He presses another button and the blade starts to hum. "It generates a power field mighty enough to sever the atoms of it's target."

he just walks in swinging his sword over his shoulder making sure not to well cut his arm off "we get it your sword does things that others swords don't we get it"

“Like you said different dimensions mean difference in fame”, he commented. “You may be famous in your dimension but in others, maybe not so much.” He took a bite out of the coffee jelly, “The gentleman over there has a different Corvus and in my dimension, there is simply just a constellation called Corvus.”

Corvus at this point has had enough of the insults. "Now listen here you commoner.... crap, i don't have any insults. Just go CENSORED yourself. You bore me."

Willow cringes. "Corvus, please try to be more nice..."

"It is not a sword, although some Custodians do wield swords of a similar design."

"hey crow" his eyes narrow to a glare and his tone drops to a cold threating voice "shut the hell up"

“Someone finally said it. Preach”, he commented. He was yet again nose deep in a manga with the title ‘Honey So Sweet’ on it.

he sheathes the sword still coated in the blood of his most recent kill

“Ordinary or not, I know all about magic blades and the like. I’m W, by the way.”

"who names someone after a letter...wait lemme guess code name"

"Like how my codename is 'Hotzone'."

Corvus blink unfazed. "Am i supposed to perceive you as a threat?"

"your an idiot bird its a kind way of saying shut the censored up"

Willow slaps Shade. "Then why don't you shut up as well."

he catches her hand and holds it there glaring at her "then discipline your familiar" he releases her hand and walks off

Willow storms off to go see Noros. "I thought he might've been nice before, but he's actually a CENSORED. He can't tell me not to let my anger consume me, cause he's drowning in his own grief..."

"this ain't grief clearly you don't know what grief is if you think me being annoyed from your birds incessive verbal assaults of others constitutes as grief then clearly someone failed in your education"

Willow sighs. "I wasn't talking about just now, so shut up you annoying knock off demon"