*the room goes dark, deathly dark, as he stands, the crimson in his hair becoming more orange than red, as if the flames of hell were trying to be a part of him. his fingernails glowing, his eyes becoming embers, as he approaches him* Nobody, threatens me, without response, not... one.... So... I accept your challenge to kill me. But since I believe you're not ready, i'll allow you time to prepare. On your 21st birth year, you will be given your chance....boy... Your fate, has been sealed... Until then, I can still do a hell of a lot worse than kill you... So best not to piss me off...