Noogienoogienoogienoogie, and all Chrona could really do was ignore it and wait until Ragnarok got bored. "'m sorry you had....t-t-to come all... the way here for nothing..." She mumbled quietly, stray strands of lilac hair falling over her face and accentuating her large, corpse-like eyes.
"Chrona." She said simply, shrinking back a little. Demon Sword Chrona. Chrona the Witch-Swordsman. Whatever.