Nirinia's golden Dadao left a thin gash on the Fiend's muscular back, the flesh knitting itself back together even as the blade remained inside the cut, barely allowing any of the blue blood to drip out of the wound.
Hissing softly at the sudden - yet fleeting - pain, Tza'Inopia turned and slammed two of its fists down at Nirinia's hard, snarling "You annoying little bug..! How dare you try to sneak attack me!?"
As its fists were crashing down towards the Djinn, the Fiend narrowed its eyes and raised its other set of hands to summon up a curved disc of mana on its side, protecting it from a barrage of flaming arrows that exploded violently upon contact.
Growling, Tza'Inopia looked around the square, still grinning despite counting the various people around itself.
