Junichiro looked at Azazel as he dug into one of the pouches on the small of his back to retrieve a scroll that took him three full days of work to make. Seeing a chance for maybe a bit of a distraction, "Sure, sure, ask the homeless orphan for all his secrets."
Okay, maybe that wasn't the smartest thing to say. Letting a potential enemy know that no one would miss you if you disappeared was not smart. In fact, it was patently stupid. Junichiro didn't care. He was scared out of his mind and just needed a few seconds to activate the scroll. As Azazel opened his mouth to speak, Junichiro surged his mana just a bit into the scroll to activate it. Instantly he was surrounded by a white glow as his Scroll of Teleportation began to activate.
Azazel seemed a little surprised by the glow but with a flex of his power and a flick of his wrist there was a loud sound like glass shattering. The glow around Junichiro instantly faded as Azazel had stopped the spell from completing, "I don't believe I've ever seen a method of teleportation like that."
He leaned to the side and looked at Junichiro's hand as it fell limply from the shock of having his spell stopped so effortlessly. Azazel quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the roll of parchment in Junishiro's hand, "Is that a talisman? No, those look different and are smaller. Is... is that a spell scroll? Did you compress all the calculations for a teleportation spell down into a scroll? You just get more and more interesting don't you?"
Junichiro didn't answer, he couldn't answer. Being blocked into the shed by one of the more dangerous beings on the planet with no means of escape or ability to fight back was terrifying Junichiro to his core. All he could do was let out a little whine of stress, shiver in fear, and look around in a crazed manner as he looked for any possible method of escape.
Seeing the stress and fear his presence and continued blocking of the only exit was causing the child in front of him, Azazel slowly held up his hand in a calm manner and took a few steps back, "Hey kid, it's alright, really. I'm not here to hurt you. It's just that a friend of mine couldn't stop talking about this young blacksmith and his kitchen knives. When I saw one in person, I could feel the mana infused into it. I hadn't seen anything like it before so I got a little curious and decided to meet you. Though, my friend seemed to be of the impression that you were around twenty."
Junichiro silently watched Azazel back away like a cornered mouse would watch a cat. He could barely understand what Azazel was saying, his mind too stressed out from the encounter. His muscles were clenched so tightly that his Ring of Regeneration had actually kicked in and begun healing the damage he was doing to himself. It wasn't until Azazel had backed up enough that someone less aware of his strength might be convinced they had enough room to run.
It was enough for Junichiro to whimper out, "P-please, just let me go. Please. Pleasepleaseplease just let me go."
Despite himself, the stress of the situation had tears of fear and frustration streaming down his cheeks. He'd give anything to be facing a stray devil right about now. Even if the stray was stronger, he could at least fight back, he at least had tools he could use in that situation. Even if he whipped out his Wand of Fireballs and poured out all of its contained magical power into one single massive fireball, he doubted it would even scuff Azazel.
"Okay kid, okay."
Azazel moved even further back with his hands still held up in a placating manner, "I don't intend to hold you against your will. I really was just honestly curious about you, kid."
Junichiro watched Azazel move and once Azazel was further away, he made his way toward the door with every intention of running away. Even still, he kept his eyes trained on Azazel with the intention of leaping back if the fallen angel even so much as twitched. No, it wasn't logical to leap back into the enclosed area, but a massive dose of adrenaline and fear had left him with little more than instincts.
Seeing no movement from Azazel, Junichiro left the building and bolted like the Satan himself was on his heels. His 'plan' was to get on his Vespa and drive until the tank was empty, then resume running until he felt safe once more. As he got to the scooter, Azazel called out from where he was still standing, "I know this is probably the worst timing ever but, you wouldn't happen to be interested in joining the Grigori would you?"