He flicked his finger a second later. The miraculous cigar appeared in his hand before he lit it up with the cooling blue flames of his flint.
Almost lazily, he took a puff, the smoke seeping into his body and quietly stitching shut wounds he hadn't even realized he'd sustained.
"I did say I don't want you to interfere," he muttered, eyes locking on Cinder.
"But then again… when it's a hassle to beat one, fighting many at once is a bit unfair, don't you think?"
Cinder, still airborne, tilted its head to the side. A second later, the beast descended.
Azrael grabbed the Remembrance's leg with one hand and held his deadly scythe in the other.
'These are just sharks at the end of the day,' he reasoned. 'To beat them, I just need to get them out of the blood.'
He inhaled deeply, drawing more healing smoke from the cigar.
