Very nervously voice-testing Isaac.

[relictusdeus]

A mere woman hopes to contain me~, a devil forgemaster, within the confines of her headspace?

[His amusement evaporates, his cool smile transforming into a snarl.]

Fool...! Stay out of my way and I may let you live, even though you are but a waste of flesh.

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[relictusdeus]

What?! [His lips peel back into a savage grimace at such 'trickery'.] ...I will rip you to pieces!!

[It is from hammerspace that Isaac, like many video game characters, retrieves his beloved spear. Leveling the bloodied point with the stranger, Isaac then rushes at him.]

[tinfoil_angel]

Wow I even warned you this time.

[With another glow to his eyes the spear would rather suddenly dismantle in his hands. A crackle of blue electricity coming off it.]

Please don't try to attack me with your fists or I will have to hurt you to stop you.

[relictusdeus]

No way! [A growl of frustration escapes him as his spear falls apart in his hands, heavy chunks of metal scattering over the floor. Dammit - and it had been a trouble to acquire the proper materials to forge it.]

Balaur! [He roars, his chest heaving with barely-suppressed rage. A small, black-scaled dragon is summoned, wisps of smoke coiling from its nostrils.

Isaac thrusts his finger out, his eyes wide and shining with manic energy. Like hell he would let some man make a fool of him!] Kill!! [But he refuses to stand still and wait for the dragon to attack independently - with his right hand open, fingers clawed, he then lunges at Karl with the intention of seizing him by the throat.]

[tinfoil_angel]

I can make you say whatever I want and you still think you've got a chance? Fine I'll do the bloody brute force things.

[Rather suddenly both the dragon and Isaac would feel a pressure growing against them pushing them back.]

I stopped the rain you two aren't exactly that difficult.

[And one final pressure would push them both back.]

You're not even really a demon, you can just bind and summon things.

[relictusdeus]

[He grits his teeth, unable to resist the force pushing against him; his feet slide across the floor. And then all at once, he gives a sharp, cold laugh, his lips pulling into a fierce grin.]

Expendable creatures, they are, as easily created by my hand as they are destroyed!

[Beating its leathery wings furiously, Balaur fights to break through the invisible wall pressing against them.]