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Well, it appeared the fox went for the bait. If not for the danger that would soon come, then perhaps Mikleo would have been amused, and maybe sighed in relief. This one was a hellion, a beast, and all he wanted to do was wreak havoc and gobble up human and seraphim as he so pleased. He couldn’t let that happen. As much as being near the other froze his breath in his throat, he had to swallow his fear back and try to keep Lunarre back. Especially when he was after Alisha. Sorey and the others would arrive soon. They had to. 

A fireball soon hit a branch he was perched on before he could make his jump, and it was quickly engulfed in fierce, blue flame. The water seraph had to grit his teeth as he pushed himself up from where he had stumbled, feeling a pain shoot through his body. Dammit. He hadn’t landed too well there. 

“Unless you would prefer entire body a frozen statue, I suggest you back off now.” He threatens, leaning on his staff a slight. “I’m not playing these games of chase with you. It won’t be just your foot alone next time.”

Lunarre laughed. It was shrill and wild. Somewhere in his mind there was the memory of a different laugh, echoing from a different life. Lunarre pushed it further back into the dark. 

This was his life now. Here he was alone, but powerful. Alone, but happy. Singing, laughing, tap-dancing happy.

But devouring the little seraph brat would make him that little bit happier.

Blazing balls of blue fire erupted into existence and burned in the palm of his hands as he faced his enemy down. The little magic trick had worn off, and the seraph was now in plain sight.

“I agree,” Lunarre said, grinning. “Playtime’s over. But your ice won’t touch me again.”

Lunarre had been taught to spot weakness in others for as long as he could remember. Weakness that would equal an easy target that would equal a job well done. It had served him well in his thieving days, and his time with the Scattered Bones, and so it continued.

The seraph had not got off without injury from his fall. He favoured one foot over the other, and his staff was doubling as support. There was a weakness, and any weakness could be readily exploited.

One as alone in the world as Lunarre could rely on that universal truth alone.

Seizing his moment, Lunarre lunged forward, using his superior speed to catch the seraph off-balance. With a sweep of his arm, he unleashed an arc of flame that fanned out low across the grass, singeing the green blades black. No matter where the serph went, left or right, the weak spot should be hit. Such was the hellion’s thinking.

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From what I’ve read of it I already do! ;)

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“I suppose so.” He shrugged looking at the hellion’s excitement. Maybe he never heard much on Seraphim? Then how old are they?

Closing his eyes he shrugged. “Just how I am maybe. But I still wouldn’t stick my head in a lion’s mouth even if it doesn’t attack me at first. As for how you use that information I doubt there’s really much you can do with it. You’re not the Lord of Calamity, even if you were there’s still a slim chance on the seraph turning into a dragon. No one it that stupid to let that happen to them.”

He paused to think on the name, he has heard of them before on his travels. They were a guild of some kind.

Jerking his head back on the outburst he raised a brow. “Well I guess you are giving off that suffocating feeling now that I pay more attention.”

Lunarre scowled. Not quite the reaction he was hoping for, but then this was an old fart he was dealing with. An old fart who had seen far worse than Lunarre could imagine.

He sat down again, slightly put out, but curiosity got the better of him.

“Is it really suffocating?” he asked, with some pride. “What’s it made of, hm?”

Lunarre wasn’t a fool - he knew he had changed. He was gifted with strange powers, capable of feats that had until only recently been impossible. He was driven by the burning fire in his belly, fire that continued to grow within him each passing day. Some people could see him and were repulsed. Some could only see a normal man, as he had once been, and carried on their merry way oblivious. 

By the looks of things he was invisible to the majority of ordinary folk, with Kimuri one of the few exceptions. That suited Lunarre just fine.