Oh, this one was cocky. That was always dangerous- for whoever the poor soul was, anyway. Joshua smirked as the boy walked closer. He could get a sense of the other as well, though his wasn't in the sense of 'light' or 'dark.' That meant next to nothing for him, anyway, and the boy's attire screamed 'dark' well enough on its own. No, he sensed in terms of Imagination- the raw power used in the Game. However, apparently it didn't transfer as well across dimensions as he would have hoped. This boy was powerful, certainly, though it was a different... type of power. If Joshua had to venture a guess, he'd say the power belonged to the 'darkness,' not the boy.

But it was surprisingly hard to tell the difference between the two. Interesting. This was going to be fun.

"Oh, but I was so enjoying watching," he said, standing his ground and sarcasm dripping from his voice, "I mean, really, setting grass on fire? Could you possibly get any less creative?" It was pretty lame, as far as destruction went. Joshua could think of so many more interesting ways to destroy things.