The pale skin, the fangs, if not for the moogle at his side and the old fashioned tacky attire he never would have thought his powers changed at all. In fact when the thing stated his "job" he just gave it a raised eyebrow and a "You don't say?" kind of look.

But as he entered battle he definitely noticed a range of differences. He was usually stronger than this, faster, and even his regenerative abilities where far superior. He releases a frustrated snarl from his throat as he hacked the skeletons down.

It was still a simple task for the trained soldier, but it was annoying how SLOW taking down such easy and simple foes was proving to be. Mikaela zipped through the hoards, taking down anything that got in his way, not even thinking that another "hero of light" could also be in the fray until he breaks through into an opening and raises his arm to strike down against her.