Mood: Amused
“Miserable wretch!” Ignis roared as she hit Magnus with her giant metallic arm. She grabbed the Incubus’ cranium and dug her silver claws into his skull. “You are weaker than weak child. How dare you speak to me in such an insolent tone. I am a mother of two, I have dealt with a lot more pain than you have in your lifetime.” Ignis lifted him up and sent him flying. Magnus put his hand to the ground and jumped off and caught himself by bringing out his wings.
“Pain, what the hell are you talking about you tin can? You’re nothing but scrap metal with a soul in it, what’s your problem, I was only poking fun.” Magnus interlocked his fingers and put it behind his head. He slowly flapped his wings to stay in the air, black blood trickled down his pale white forehead. “So come on, let bygones be bygones, sure you were human. Maybe.” Magnus reached out with his hand to Ignis but even though her face was frozen in that one solemn emotion, one could sense the fury she was having, her blue eyes seemed to glow with ferocity. She took her fist and smashed it into his stomach. Magnus gasped for air as he looked at the damage done to him, it seemed as if his entire stomach caved in, he then inflated himself like a balloon and his ribs snapped back in place. “Are you insane? Here I’m offering a truce and friendship and you punch me in the god damn stomach. You’re crazy, I know it.” Magnus said and held his side again, still feeling pain.
“Crazy, no, offended, yes. You are messing with a woman.”
“What woman, all I see is a cast iron shell. You’re no different from those AC weapons.” Magnus snapped referring to the artificial causality weapons who were mere gophers and livestock for the gods.
“I am not like them, I used to be of flesh and blood until that man took it away from me for his mad machinations. I am fighting to free myself and my children.” Ignis said with dignity and pride.
“Oh so that’s what the great Iscariot promised you.”
“And you?”
“Oh you know, the usual Incubus stuff, a giant harem, power, recognition. I’m from a very unpopular breed you know. So a little bit of fame can’t do any harm for my species.” Magnus rubbed his fingers together and created a spark of purple lightning.
“Despicable, do you only think for yourself?”
“Of course I do, it’s instinct lady, don’t you have some?”
“I’m a woman, I don’t have instinct, I have intuition.”
“So what does your intuition tell you.”
“To protect my children from monsters like you.”
“I find that offensive.” Magnus snickered and descended to the ground. “I don’t prey on children. That’s not my style.”
“You don’t have a style, you have no grace whatsoever.”
“Style has nothing to do with grace.” Magnus said getting defensive.
“I’m growing weary of this conversation.” Ignis said as she opened a portal to the darkness and stepped through it.
“Interesting, I can use this to my advantage.” Magnus smiled and grinned.
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