Seventh sneered viciously, raising his palm high as dark flames erupted around his hand—twisting violently, hungrily.
"Heh! Talk big for someone who's only got two pretty maids and a bunch of training dummies," he mocked. His eyes glowed with a crazed, dangerous gleam. "See this, brat? One good shot, and you and your toy soldiers will be vaporized."
Javier didn't even flinch. He just yawned loudly, deliberately bored, and lowered his swords slightly.
"Then stop wasting my time," Javier said flatly. "Show me already. We're not here to exchange speeches."
Seventh's grin widened. Dangerous. Excited. Mad.
"Fine, brat. You asked for it."
He clenched his fist, condensing the swirling dark flames until they became a blazing, pulsing sphere of destruction. Dark tendrils hissed violently in every direction, scorching the air itself.
"Goodbye," Seventh spat with a wild grin.
He hurled the blazing orb directly at Javier.
The air howled with heat as the projectile shot forward.
