Ghen grinned wondering just how the effects of his scimitar would effect his opponent. It always effected people differently, some it didn't really seem to effect at all, but when it did, the results could be spectacular. But then the reckless abandon it inspired in some could actually disadvantage Ghen, once again depending on the person in question.

'Actually, if imagination could be considered as chaos then every species could be considered chaotic. After all, every creation on this planet must first have come from the imagination of a Deity, however I have the distinct feeling that it’s a little more complex than that,' Gabrielle said, before slicing through one of the dead trees. The tree that held the arrow from before

As the tree fell towards him, Ghen threw his scimitar to meet it, grunting as the blade disappeared into the immaterial. Ghen caught the slowed tree barehanded and dropped it to the side of him before it could break the bones in his hands. As he unleashed a flurry of blows with Void, he noticed to his dissatisfaction, that despite the brief usage of the scimitar it had drained him just enough as to stop him from using his Chaos Break technique.

'It's unnatural for anything to be completely devoid of chaos,' Ghen started. 'But there are many who suppress it, either within themselves or a society. That's where I come in.'