The Nobody leaned forward, his hand cupped over his ear. “What’s that?” he asked, straining to hear Emizel’s voice. “Gonna have to speak up or can you not even do that?”
Apparently he could.
Much to Xigbar’s misfortune he was greeted by the same flames he’d faced before, this time unarmed. He turned his back to them while attempting to teleport, however he could not fully avoid the spell. His coat set aflame well before he vanished from Emizel’s line of sight. The only trace left of the Nobody was the echo of his pain filled cry.
He appeared again behind the demon, dropping from midair and clumsily onto the ground. From there he went on to roll against it in an attempt to put the flames out. A string of groans followed Xigbar while he moved before finally he drew to a stop. Smoke rose from the Nobodies mangled coat as he sat up and brought his hand to his face. Between exposed fingers, Xigbar’s golden eye flashed open and stared at Emizel.
It looked as though the boy would need to learn another lesson: when to admit defeat.
Xigbar could not have looked happier to teach Emizel this, having suddenly risen to his feet with unnatural speed. A hand gripped the back of Emizel’s head – Xigbar moving too quick to track his movements. But it did not matter; Emizel would not be awake to do so for much long anyway. The last thing the demon would see was the pavement as his head was forced against it.
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Apparently he could.
Much to Xigbar’s misfortune he was greeted by the same flames he’d faced before, this time unarmed. He turned his back to them while attempting to teleport, however he could not fully avoid the spell. His coat set aflame well before he vanished from Emizel’s line of sight. The only trace left of the Nobody was the echo of his pain filled cry.
He appeared again behind the demon, dropping from midair and clumsily onto the ground. From there he went on to roll against it in an attempt to put the flames out. A string of groans followed Xigbar while he moved before finally he drew to a stop. Smoke rose from the Nobodies mangled coat as he sat up and brought his hand to his face. Between exposed fingers, Xigbar’s golden eye flashed open and stared at Emizel.
It looked as though the boy would need to learn another lesson: when to admit defeat.
Xigbar could not have looked happier to teach Emizel this, having suddenly risen to his feet with unnatural speed. A hand gripped the back of Emizel’s head – Xigbar moving too quick to track his movements. But it did not matter; Emizel would not be awake to do so for much long anyway. The last thing the demon would see was the pavement as his head was forced against it.