Poetry and villainry walk together like true, bound-by-the-stars lovers, and Evans, the god of death, can make truly beautiful works out of iambic pentameter like few others. His flowery vernacular skills, his sensibility to understand the innings of life and death (particularly death), his nigh-oniric rhymes and highly emotional subjects are more than enough to make him a true artiste~. However, he might not have as much time to bring out his peerless poetry to the field, as he has to fight the rather unsophisticated fisherman Miguel. Evans' elegant poetic flow is wasted on a simpleton from Arni, and his fighting powers are no match to Evans' godlike might, either! A few sonnets followed by timely Bone Laser attacks should be more than enough to show this hicksville dweller a bit of high-cultured grace. It's like giving pearls to pigs, but such is the meandering desire of fate.
