Laharl just stared down at him, unimpressed. "Hmph, you talk too much..." he muttered, digging into his pockets to pull out his earplugs. Dramatically he shoved them into his pointy ears, the silent message clear.

Smirking, Laharl then reached into the folds of his scarf and, seemly by magic, he withdrew a large blade. It was almost as long as Laharl was tall, not to mention quite wide. The Cosmic Blade had to weigh a ton, but the Overlord wielded it like it weighed nothing.

"Take this!" Leaping from his spot off the box's balcony. Seeming to hang in mid-air a moment, he brought his sword up, power gathering around the blade, then swept it down. From the blade came a spinning disc of energy slamming down towards his enemy.