Woohoo!

[cruorthanagor]

Welp, I'm in. And you were worried. Come on, this'll be fun, just wait...

[He channels magic into his palms, which then take the form of two fiery eyes.]

And see. Can't be anything more dangerous in this city than Deathwing, anyway...

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[minor_setback]

Ah, you were saying?

[cruorthanagor]

Oh no! Not a demon-cat!

[Not a hint of sarcasm there, what are you talking about?]

[minor_setback]

[Evil the Cat rolls his eyes.]

Let me remind you that I've nearly destroyed a universe on multiple occasions.

[cruorthanagor]

Hah. Where I come from, if it isn't trying to destroy any existence of life known to man, it's considered a minor threat.

[minor_setback]

If I could destroy one, I can destroy them all.

It is my hobby after all.

[cruorthanagor]

You should really find a new one. Universe-destroying is so... cliche. Overdone.

Personally, I'd suggest tailoring.

[callmeyork]

[Guess who's nonplussed?]

You'd be surprised. From what I've seen so far, the city takes everybody by surprise. Even somebody, apparently, like you. [Puffff. Smoke in yo' FACE.]

[minor_setback]

That's not my only hobby, you know.

I enjoy torturing others and movie nights.

[cruorthanagor]

Undead, dragons, demons, Old Gods -- I've seen it all.

[He frowns a little bit, cocking an eyebrow and waving the smoke away from his face.] You know, a good amount of people would consider that rude.

[cruorthanagor]

Oh, that changes everything. Lemme give you the details on this little group, called the Scarlet Crusade. Little on the downside, since they've almost been wiped out, but I hear they're big on the torture thing.

[callmeyork]

Still, never think you're in the clear. It's never going to be true, nor is it going to help.

[He takes the cig out of his mouth, tapping away some of the ash onto the ground.] I'm sure they would.

[minor_setback]

Oh, I see. You must have been tortured by them, since your intelligence seems lower than the typical intelligence of humans.

[And he doesn't think humans are that intelligent at all.]

[cruorthanagor]

Now that's just uncalled for. Run along, pussy cat, lest you wanna see me royally pissed off and you seein' all your blood where it shouldn't be.

[cruorthanagor]

Oh, I'm smarter than to think I'm in the clear. I just know I can handle it.

[Nothing but a frown in response.]

[minor_setback]

[Evil the Cat unsheathes his claws.]

Ah, as you were saying?

[cruorthanagor]

Oooh, pointy.

[He pulls out one of his specialty daggers.]

I think I like mine better, though.

[minor_setback]

[Evil the Cat hardly looks impressed. He sheathes his claws.]

...Can you even hope to get in range to use that on me?

[He pulls his big, red gun out of hammerspace and shoots a fireball at the human.]

[cruorthanagor]

It isn't you I'll be using it on.

[In a swift movement, he summons a fireball of his own to collide with Evil the Cat's, just barely deflecting it from himself in the ensuing explosion. Once he pats out a spark that's landed on his sleeve, he tears off a glove and... cuts his own hand open, squeezing the wound until there's enough blood to toss in an arc in front of him while muttering under his breath, eyes fixated on Evil the Cat.]

[minor_setback]

[Evil the Cat backs away to avoid being splattered by the blood. His ears are sharp enough to pick up on the muttering.]

...A demonic ritual?

[This is distracting enough to cause him to pause. SINCE WHEN DO HUMANS WORSHIP DEMONS?]

[cruorthanagor]

Nope.

[You probably should started moving more, because the blood arc is fracturing on the ground and heading your way faster than a freight train -- with the intent on keeping you where you are -- while Artuan summons up another fireball.]

[minor_setback]

What-... How can so many humans acquire such sorcery!?

[Evil's not that agile, but he's going to attempt to dodge anyway. He's barely successful, but he doesn't even see the human chargiung up another fireball.]

[cruorthanagor]

Mostly? Time and slightly unorthodox experimentation.

[Well, that just leaves him free to set it off flying in Evil's direction. Yay, fireballs! Here's hoping cats are Fire-type.]

[minor_setback]

Bah! You humans only survive by dumb lu-

[FWOOSH! Evil's engulfed in the fireball. When the fire dies down, he's left horribly singed.]

...A minor setback.

[He then dissolves into ash. Come back in a few hours and he'll be ready again.]

[cruorthanagor]

Uh-huh. Says the pile of ashes.

[Feeling he's fulfilled his quota of "kill it with fire" for today, heis attention to stopping his bleeding.]