Mathis nodded at the man's introduction. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Kyran-san. Unfortunately, I am not one that is...truly able to use magic. I have the capability to summon beings from another world, but that work is far too inadequate and unrefined for true use in combat. I merely have this sword, Monado." He looked around the cemetery, seeing more of the skeletons that Kyran had struck before. A scan through them showed that they did not seem to bear any difficulty to them, but there was another person of note: a man with a set of steel claws and a wild mane of hair. "Further down, Kyran-san. There is a man yet living. I do not suspect that he is the necromancer that has raised these skeletons, though I suspect that he is one who is in league with our necromancer. I can draw the attention of the dead while you strike down the living one. You need not worry about my capabilities, even in spite of not having magic myself."
He nodded, keeping a low profile as he slinked his way through the cemetery. The dead, despite their magical reanimation, seemed surprisingly unperceptive, allowing Mathis to investigate the area a bit further. As he suspected, more living people were around, including a man with a strange crown across his head. Mathis ceased his hiding, opting to finally reveal himself in a blaze of action. Monado shifted into the form of dual pistols as Mathis vaulted over a headstone as Mathis blasted a number of skeletons into dust. Landing in front of a skeleton with a sword and shield, Monado shifted once more into a pair of nunchaku, parrying away a strike from the skeleton's sword before he delivered a hearty blow into its ribcage, sending it exploding in a slightly comedic way, its skull pathetically dropping to the ground. He continued to twirl Monado's nunchaku as the different skeletons feebly threw themselves against him, before a rumbling in the ground bade Mathis to leap. His caution was rewarded with him managing to avoid an explosion as his shifted Monado back to its tried-and-true sword form. The man in the crown stepped forwards, applauding.
"Imprrrrrressive!" the garish man said, overly rolling his R's to seem more pretentious. "Not many have the skills to avoid my truly WONDERFUL magic! Now, I should really be telling you to ta-ta, because you are just...ruining our plans! We have things that need to be done, mister!"
Mathis nodded as he leaped from the top of the mausoleum, stepping forwards towards the man. "What is your name?"
He seemed pleased by this question. "I am Frrrrrrey! The great and noble member of the great and noble guild of Asgard! You and your friend should truly fear us!"
Mathis dipped his head slightly. "Perhaps, but I am not one that easily feels fear. Very well, Frey-san. It shall be a noble endeavor to fight you."
He dashed forwards, his blade cutting through the air, causing Frey to panickedly raise a wall of vines, which exploded as Monado made contact. He flew back, landing on his feet and instinctively punching a skeleton's skull off as he slid from the force. The mask he bore had no expression, though removing the mask would not have changed much from that fact, as Mathis himself was prepared to strike further yet, his only focus being that of striking down Frey. He dashed forwards once more, opting this time to switch Monado into the form of a spear, vaulting himself over the same attempt at a trick. High in the air above Frey, Monado shifted yet again into a bow as Mathis fired an explosive magic bolt that burst beneath Frey's feet. Landing behind him, Monado switched once more, this time emerging into the form of dual shortswords that further extended into whips at the will of the master of weaponry. Frey warded off each attempt at a strike with his exploding vines, each and every explosion failing to have an effect on the durability of the legendary magical blade of Alrest. The whips retreated into Monado as he formed it once more into the sword variant, preparing to strike at Frey. As expected, the vines shot up once more and Mathis was launched back.
"Poppi is ready for combat!" a voice said. The woman-like robot that Mathis had spent years creating flew in, seemingly out of nowhere, snatching Mathis from the sky. She dropped Mathis off on one side of Frey before she herself descended onto the other and drew her sword. The duo charged at Frey simultaneously, who opted to fight back using his hands. He was shockingly effective at this, Mathis thought, as, while Poppi was not as adept in weaponry as himself, she was designed to be much stronger than an average human, so perhaps there was a defect in the programming. It was something Mathis thought that he had to check out upon his return to Silver Wolf. The fight became little more than muscle memory to Mathis at this point. His mind was no longer into the combat, and his trained body moved on its own, dancing and weaving as he prepared to strike down the foe in front of him. Poppi had already activated her link, letting Mathis regenerate from his own wounds and he felt his speed, both of foot and of strike, improve as he continued to strike at Frey. It was only a matter of time before the pompous member of Asgard dropped to his knees in defeat, Mathis and Poppi both holding their blades to his throat. Monado shifted into the form of a club, battering in the side of Frey's head. He would be turned into the police once all was said and done, but now Mathis looked to see how his strange ally was faring in his own combat.