"I should've known not to trust the Dhampir..." Wyvios began biting at his nails, slightly stressed at seeing him being easily dispatched, more so when the Demon got an idea on how to take him out without any proper issues. "I'm going to have to use 'Project Helios' on this. I can't risk getting any further pushback than now. Barklode and the others would handle the casualties coming belly up if some rogue lab rats rutted about..." He'd be quick to dig into the walls, a switch buried within the clay. One flick of it, however, would do nothing. He attempts another, then another, then another. A quick sigil was casted to check up on the Bunker's condition, being quickly met with a cacophany of screams, quickly dulled out in order to not be caught with such volume. He'd try to listen in close while the Demons fought off the Dhampir, hearing their begs and cries, hearing screams and howls on the other side. His eyes grow wide and his hands shook as he realized it wasn't just compromised, but being torn apart. Something was raising hell on the opposite end.
He can't unleash the sun if the monsters are being this ravenous. They'd find an exit and try to claw their way directly towards the King and give him just as much hell as they did inside. He could hear the voice of Barklode buried in the muffled screeches and wails, a sign that there was some sort of hope for Kabanaska. He snapped the sigil away, pushing himself back up and looking towards the match. "Wishful thinking, but maybe Kurorai's spawn would be able to delay him long enough for our 'Sun' to exterminate those two. We would need to pull Mawkin out of the crossfire. I doubt Vampires do well against the Sun anyhow..." He'd mumble to himself, watching as Zazel threw the first strike with Asmodeus, an arrow of flames aimed and shot directly where the wound is so the fires can spread and burn down the straw that acts as his substitute. The Farmer, meanwhile, pushed himself upwards to avoid the shot, barely grazing against his feet in the process, slightly catching ablaze once it took a few strands. Zazel braced and raised his arms as he watched the Dhampir be quick to take advantage of the new hit, spinning his body back and launching a jump kick to him.
Such an impact would scatter the straw out, an bomb set to blow again and again with each precise strike, expending both blood and beat his 'heart' would pump to make sure he wouldn't forget it. The little devil's bones were beginning to bend and break at the strikes, not knowing how much he's able to hold up after, forced to use a sigil to slide the attack away, leaving him vulnerable for another hit.
BANG!!!
Straight through his skull, sharper than the previous bullet, being followed up by a wave of smaller ones by Sabnock's guns, forging a minigun on one of his hands and letting it mow down his body further, watching as it becomes straw when it leaves and reattaches itself back onto the devil. Zazel was able to get a good glimpse on Mawkin's injuries, seeing what should've been blood split apart to straw, scattering into the wind, before pulling itself back and feeding into his skin. He absorbed the straw, letting it trace around back to the wound as it healed, slowly regenerating once more, whilst he got himself back up and carried over the many smaller shots left behind, trailing it back around to his arms and firing back at the Devil's head, forcing Zazel to raise his arms and endure his own bullets used against him. Such a barrage, however, was a feint, as he'd take him by the arms and pull him for a heavy knee against his body, hoping the force and tug would be enough to break or at least dislocate his arms and render him unable to use any more sigils.
Eligos, however, was still attached.
It tethered onto Mawkin immediately and took advantage of his bizarre body state, snapping at his fingers like twigs, lessening his grip and letting Zazel counterattack with Furfur, electrocuting the body before it had a chance to split properly, already catching on that he was using the impact to make such straw and 'survive' his attacks. Attacking before the body could recognize the impact would let the Demon believe it can be used to strike him directly without any tells or visible signatures the body would recognize. In other words: If the body doesn't know what's coming, he cannot dissipate it into stray to avoid the blow. The shock came immediately, with Mawkin even screaming as he backed away, stuttering as he'd recover back his fingers and try to get a breather against the electric shocks. Zazel would pant and cough as he recoiled from the attack, but was able to get back up first before Mawkin could. As he tried to check on his current state, worried it must've been too heavy to handle...
WHAM!!!
Kick to the face, pushing him into the Castle's walls, burying his head deep in the clay, forcing him to break it down with Asmodeus before allowing the Dhampir to get back up and issue his counterattack. "You sneaky brat... You actually saw through me. How did you piece it together?" He'd sputter, his mind barely conscious, but was able to regain back his senses once he began his approach.
Zazel would break off the walls once the clay hardened enough, quickly cracking a Sigil and triggering his secondary style, the pieces idly hovering over his body as he approached just as much. "It was when you were shot in the head. That was supposed to kill you too, but when I saw no blood, I knew you were hiding something. I've got a big knack for calling out people's styles every now and then, and usually it bites me back more times than I can count. You though, I feel confident in exposing."
"Is it because I'm weaker than those other people?"
"It's because you're not used to fighting ME. You never fought someone that's on equal footing." Such words puzzled Mawkin, moreso after being dealt handedly against the Demon for such strikes. Was he just as much a novice as he was? Surely not, he can see it in Zazel's eyes. It shined like rubies, sparkling amidst the cracks of sunlight through the 'sky.' They were eyes that has seen so much, yet still wishes to learn more. For someone that proclaims to be a student...
He seemed more fitting as a teacher, even if he's way younger than the Dhampir.