Something To Be Thankful For - "Halloween Bash" Finals KoA vs. VXV

>For reference: I have edited Grimmuld's sign up as requested to specify his powers and attacks. I kept most of them the same, and added one or two things, the additions however are only small cosmetic changes that just give more details into his powers given to him before the start of the tournament. i recommend looking at my edits.<

Grimmuld strode onto the field. The castle gave off spiritual energy and Grimmuld felt right at home, as if he were back in his home graveyard. though he had won the battle, He had failed the spirits of the past to save them from the evil forces, but he would win now, and become stronger, He could protect the good souls from the evil ones.

His hood concealed his head, which was now in the form of an elderly man. His scythe clutched tightly in his hand, and ready to strike down those who opposed him.

 

Meanwhile, Ravan was hiding in a tree larger than him. Ravan steps then in the courtyard.
Ravan thinks something was not right. He sees a old man walking.
Ravan then juggled with his sword, Ravan then sees another wierd thing. It was revealed to be a scythe and his eyes get larger.
Ravan tries to touch the old man with his sword..

But Ravan thinks he is not a old man but some of a job strange. Could he be a knight, a hero.. or a reaper?
Ravan's sword chains gets ready.

 

Grimmuld walked onward, and soon spotted a bird creature-man, sitting in a tree.

"I guess then you are my destined opponent. Fine then, shall we begin?" Grimmuld asked in a smug tone. He held up his scythe, but he kept his head in the form of an old man he didn't have reason to go all out just yet, he wanted to know what he was dealing with. "I am the Reaper Grimmuld, Reaper of Souls, Descendant of Death Itself! Nothing can challenge my power!"

 

"Reapers cannot frail my power. I am the frost demon, Ravan, and I'll extinguish you soon enough. I will be the ultimate Frostdaemon King! Come challenge me, if you dare and end this madness, Old man.. or not.." Ravan ends his introduction. Ravan describe it as not confident.

Ravan large, chained sword brings out spikes of blizzard cold as the coldness in the roof of the world.
"Prepare yourself!" Ravan yelled.

 

"I see, you use Ice." said Grimmuld in a cold tone. "Perfect." he brought down his hood, and his face changed into the flaming skull. He readied his scythe, and prepared to swing it was the sword. He also prepared his Jet of Flame, attack, but wouldn't use it until he was within range. Grimmuld Waited it out, if he bated his time, Raven would lash out in childish fury, he seemed like a spirit who would do that.

 

Raven however, showed to be just as patient as Grimmuld seeing as he waited as well, waiting for Grimmuld to make the first move.

Seeing no other alternative, Grimmuld decided to use his Jet of Flame attack and do some damage. He used levitation to move in on Raven and get in close, the sudden speed of which would be used to take him off guard.

"Try this on!" he bellowed unleashing the attack on Raven's face.