Ragna = The = Bloodedge
A numb pain set over, halfway through eating the noodles, and Ragna's sight blurred. His vision doubled as the restaurant became that rooftop again, and in the distance, the big black monstrosity fought a a... figure in the distance.
His participation was minimal. Occasionally, he'd feel a prick on his skin, and the girl behind him would pat him, mutter calming words, and he's feel sleepy again. Sometimes, he smell the burning, he'd see the figure he was fighting in the distance, but most of the time it was nothing but a numb, ever-present feeling.
It went on for who knows how long, until he was completely numb again, completely asleep, only to see the Chinese restaurant again. He blinked in thought, and noticed the girl who was mooching off of him was gone.
Not only that, he heard shit-talking.
A table next to him, some girl, noel, and what looked like a girl too old for halloween dressing as the grim reaper. As Ragna The Bloodedge.
A sudden surge of anger rose up as he heard the blond and the dressup artist talk shit, and for a moment he swore the city burned before him again. But instead of feeling numb, it just spurred him on. Heat rose up in his chest, in his face, and he felt himself move before having decided to.
"Who the hell are you talking about?!" He yelled as he got up, but before even waiting for an answer reached down, into the Darkness, and ripped out a a massive, fanged head. A Dead Spike.
It rose up and chomped at the table, and in turn all of the people sitting there.