[h2]Prince || Crocus || Game Stadium Hallways[/h2]
[@Caits][@CirusArvennicus][@t2wave][@Burthstone]

Prince gave a soft weak chuckle at the Angel spirit's response. [color=aqua]"What can I say..... I'm difficult.... plus, it's much more satisfying.... to be taken care of by hand.... quite more intimate."[/color] he smirked a little before closing his eye. Starting to pass out from the pain and rapid blood loss. Dying seemed a bit better then the cost of being healed magically. Not like it mattered as it was just avoiding the inevitable. He forgot how strong Karn was when he didn't hold back like normal. The blonde usually too over conscious to do anything lethal. The feline could faintly smell a familiar scent and hear the melody of a flute, but was too weak to define it.

[h2]??? || Crocus || Game Stadium stands[/h2]
[@Caits]

[color=gold]"Or show you're willing to harm them and risk their lives over your own conclusions and dragging them into a battle and endangering those who can't protect themselves from your attacks. Of course it would be humiliating. You're attacking a unarmed civilian who isn't using any sort of magic. So if being beaten my you is humiliating, then I guess all these people without magic is nothing but dirt to you. How foolish. You're a lot more heartless then you think boy. So do spare me as you try and think your way through the 'right' thing to do."[/color] The black haired man responded, twirling the pipe between his fingers as he watched the wizard summon his demon spirit. Unmoving from his position and showing very little care. [color=gold]"But if you want to start something, go ahead boy. Do it."[/color] he answered as he stood up straight and faced toward him, golden eyes glaring toward Michael and the spirit.

Sticking the pipe in his mouth while crossing his arms over his chest. Body relaxed. Not showing any signs of either fighting or running away.