The Chicken Killers

Judas smiled.
"Because she's simply another piece for me to manipulate, you see. 'Lil sis', can be seen as my word of power, what helps me command her. She's not even my real sister you know, I 'adopted' her a few days ago out of a whim."
He paused, his eyes twinkling.
"Oh, I'm just kidding, I love her dearly, she's my little sister, after all."
He chuckled, peering at Radella.
"Don't tell me you're a sentimentalist? Disgusting."

Judas bowed with a flourish.
"Why thank you, thank you. I like to think no one understands me, because I only give them what I want them to see or hear. 'Judas Anderson' is but a matter of perspective in this academy."

Judas shrugged, chuckling.
"Unraveling? My dear, I unraveled a loooong time ago, it's frankly more comfortable that way, when you're unraveled you can be any 'Judas' you want to be."
He smiled.
"Like a blank slate..."
He slowly paused.
"Hrmmm, there should be more Killers arriving soon, it is fate. And once I have collected the number required, then I shall strike."

Judas ducked, a ninja star flying into the ground.
He turned in the direction he knew the thrower was, his hands twitching as he chuckled, speaking to Radella.
"You know, this hand doesn't just absorb energy, because of that capability, it can sense the energy of living things, a useful little addition, methinks. I believe I've had my first assassination attempt."
He turned to Mimosa.
"Beware darling, take cover."
He floated up into the air, not sure who the thrower was, sure he was in a certain area at the edge of the clearing, though not which tree.
"Come, out, before I raze this entire damned forest to the ground."