“Tch, is that?” Xigbar asked, standing just beyond the reducing storm of bullets. “Talk about a disappointment. You’ve not even half as strong as the others were.” He shook his head and dismissed his Sharpshooters. Xigbar had so much more planned for the demon, especially after he had ruined his coat. However, this battle was clearly over. It appeared he would need to return the favour of a tarnished wardrobe another time.

He turned his back to Emizel and drew a sigh. “Looks like the only thing I found here was a failure.” The Nobody said in disappointment. “Just how do you intend to save anyone when you can’t even save yourself?” Xigbar looked back to the demon and wagged a finger at him. “Consider this a lesson: never bite off more than you can chew.”