Blinded, Xigbar hissed in pain and turned his back to the reaper. Why that dirty little…! He rubbed his face clean and stumbled back to gain some ground. So, he thought he could get off playing dirty, did he? Xigbar could do that. Xigbar could do that better than anyone as far as he was concerned. The Nobody grinned and raised his arrowguns to block the oncoming fire. It was too late for Xigbar to teleport out of the way but that did not mean the fight had ended yet.

The heat against his skin made his blood boil and adrenaline alleviate the pain. His coat would be ruined, both his gloves and sleeves consumed by the flames. But it was far better them than his face. “Whoa! Sounds like someone’s a little riled up.” Xigbar lowered his weapons, his grin yet to stray from his face. “What’s the matter, I hurt your feelings?”

A lot more than Emizel‘s feelings would hurt when he was through. The Nobody tightened his grip on his Sharpshooters and teleported out of sight. It would do him no good to attack from behind – the demon had clearly expected it. He needed to be somewhere Emizel wouldn’t think of. Somewhere like above.

“Let’s see how you dance!” Xigbar cried from above, levitating just out of reach of the reaper. A storm of bullets quickly began to rain down on Emizel from every direction, the Nobody having masterfully warped his shots to prevent an easy opening.