This reaction was expected by Westheid and the others, but anticipation was one thing—actually catching their quarry was another. The Divine Flame on the Silver Armor was simply too fierce; even getting close meant being incinerated.
"Hmph, trying to escape?!"
The first to react was not Westheid, but the Enchanter Maiden. With a great roar, Anise pounced directly onto the Armor. She coiled her Metal Whip Blade, wreathed in Purple Flame, around the Silver Armor's joints and neck, latching onto the Holy Spirit Incarnation like an octopus.
"My dear old friend, why not stay and play a while longer? This is quite a lively banquet! It's so rare to find another party of this scale in the entire Mortal World. Or... do you still prefer peace and quiet?"
"No, no, that simply won't do! Come, revel with us! Let's fill our cups with your blood!"
