"You thought... pant... I was just... throwing my attacks wildly?" Zazel breathed, backing himself off and taking such fresh air away from the burnt flesh he left behind. His own smile was made, as he watched Mawkin try to get the markings off.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!
Another sudden voltage, one that struck feet first, aiming for his brain through his nerves, stunting and paralyzing him temporarily, his mouth agape as his eyes turned bloodshot. "Nah... I knew ....pant ...that if I kept attacking, I'd eventually... pant... set up enough water to hit simultaneously..." He'd watch on as Furfur was taking a deep hold of him, watching his eyes begin to pop and blood spilling down, watching as his skin began to char away, snapping his fingers to pause such shock in order to ensure he remained alive. He can still see him breathing, albeit barely. He can see the twitching and pulsing coming from his hands and neck. He was out of commission, unable to respond properly.
Because of how Straw Magic behaved in sharing the same pain, one would imagine it transferred towards Zazel as well. Such was the thought Wyvios had as he looked over and see how he was able to render himself immune. In truth, however, he wasn't. The water coursed through freely, sparks flying across the flowing stream. It was hitting his mechanical structure, lights flaring as he'd recover faster. It hit him, yes, but it served as his benefit. The electric charge powered his mechanical body, granting him more energy than what he's lost, allowing him to recreate such sigils and prepare to summon back the Demons he lost previously. He was able to not only reduce his opponent, but regain his footing and weaponized such faults for his sole advantage. Stolas shouted and screamed in joy, fist pumping at the air in jubilation. "YEAAAAAAAAH!!! THAT'S WHAT I WANNA SEE!! THAT'S HOW WE DO IT!! THAT WAS FOR YOUR PRIDE! THAT WAS FOR YOUR WRATH! THAT WAS FOR YOUR GREED! THAT WAS FOR-" He choked a bit as he was caught up in his excitement.
Zazel can't help but smile proudly, looking over to see the King frustrated at such a dirty tactic. Hanging out with Harvard so much and fighting alongside him must've made the Demon pick up a scheme or two. He never thought he'd do it intentionally again like with Leon. If he's not careful, he'd may end up being a bully and keep using such maneuvers again. In his own excitement, however, he didn't notice the shift in the clay, the stumbling body coming back up after such injuries left him out to die. He regained back his vitals, yet Mawkin was definitely worse off. He was like a zombie, how he still kept pushing on despite being such a mess. He shambled quickly towards the Demon, watching his step and movements as he scooped up the clay, using it as a non-conductive gauntlet for a heavy hook against his face.
BZZZZZZZT!!!!
Another shock, one that came in before the strike, barely grazing at his face, before Zazel counterattacked with a backhand, the water splashing and catching those same sparks. A visceral explosion to push him back, forcing him to stumble once again, his mouth foaming slightly, scarred across his chin and neck, letting the Demon watch as his body regenerated slowly once again. "Furfur is inside of you, Mawkin. You lost. You can't keep fighting anymore. Not with my markings lodged in there..." Zazel warned, hoping such was enough to make him back down.
As he said such things, trying to look over and reach out to him.
SHIKK!!!!!
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!
He was beginning to tear it off. He fried up the clay to make it sharper, albeit brittle. With his raw force, he was able to pierce into his own stomach, reaching his hand out and pull Furfur out from where it was. It immediately attacked back, utilizing his stomach acids to fry him from the inside with the moisture. It wasn't allowing the Dhampir to come back, not from this. Not from being pushed so far back down. He endured as much as he could from the shock, and eventually, pull it away from his bowels, tossing it, watching it take form and rebound back to finish the job, hoping by stunting his brain it would render him unable to function properly. Such a Goetia was a small ship, three plasma-like humanoids with constant electricity coursing through. A UFO with three appendages, two being claw-like hands, one as a drill to poke through and taser anything it came in contact to. Even as his blood boiled and his body shuddered, he struck back against the UFO. A massive spark blasts out, propelling the Dhampir back, whilst Furfur remained intact, floating close by towards the Demon. "You said you were doing this for your dad, right? What does that even MEAN?? Did he wanted you to go through all of this? To suck up to him?!" Zazel asked, once he believed he has himself in a proper foothold, approaching slowly to avoid further aggression, with his summon close by to keep watch.
Mawkin once again rose back up, more worse for wear. His eyes were beginning to come back, but the procedure is slow. He was starting to get an understanding to his other senses. His hearing was numb, his touch was static, even his tongue was fried and rendered useless for the moment. The only thing he has left is his smell, and while he was overwhelmed by the stench of cooked flesh, he was able to trace back the UFO's spot. A metallic scent that wafts in the air, inching closer with no true motive or motion in where its going. Just aimlessly following something behind. "If you're talking about Wyvios, I could care less about what he wants..." He'd reply, shuffling to a nearby wall, trying to make out the sounds as his hearing slowly came back.
"I'm literally watching you DIE!" Wyvios commented, a sneer that would be shot back by a bolt of lightning, having him flinch and jump back to avoid being in the crossfire.
"Zazel... that's your name, right...?" Mawkin asked, as he'd gaze blindly at where he sensed such a scent. "...Have you ever seen someone suffer? Not in a malicious way... but where they don't know what to do or where to go. When they don't have any other options left. When you're forced to watch on the sideline instead of reaching out. When you can't help them, yet you still want to..." He let his words hang as one of his eyes came back, seeing the visible anguish on the Demon's face. Zazel couldn't say anything at that, allowing Mawkin to continue. "That's my father... Nihilism incarnate. For so long... he thought he was alone in this world. I wanted to prove otherwise so badly, but no matter what I do, I always screw up. Yeah, it's to my benefit, but I never meant it... Meanwhile, Envy... or I guess 'Enenra' as he's called now from what I've heard... He was more convicted. He was more focused. He was able to do things on purpose. His own Moment."
"This is MY Moment... When I say 'For my Father's Smile', then that means it's for His Smile. My thoughts and actions. My voice and mind. My heart and soul. All of them demand I pay tribute."