A Tight Grip

"Suicidal maniacs are the worst."

Electricity discharged from her body and into Zelfins, giving her a bit of room to move. Using that brief period that she shocked him she slipped out of his grip and grabbed a nearby rock. Bashing it on top of his head she felt the rock crumble to pieces as she kicked him off. "Why am I not surprised?" Debris fell through her hands as Zelfin stood up after shaking the pain away. Cracking his neck, Zelfin took a step forward one foot at a time as he kept his head down. Levia used this time to take out her weapon that she specialized in. A metallic whip that she used to generate electricity through, the knife from before was just a spare she always kept on her for quick use.

*Shlack*

"If I can just tie him down."

Lashing her whip right at Zelfins feet she tried her best to trip him up. Lightly jumping over Levia's whip, Zelfin went straight for his sword. "Oh right." Seeing what he was after Levia scolded herself for not going for it first. She was closer however Zelfin was faster then her. Both of them went straight for it without a care for the safety as Yanyan watched from closeby. "I...." Moving her tiny body she didn't want to just be a body that was protected. She knew was more than capable of fighting herself even if Levia didn't know that. If Zelfin thought Yanyan would just let him casually grab his sword back without doing anything then he was in for a surprise.

Her tiny body appeared in front of the sword he dug into the ground within a moment as she grabbed the handle with a smile on her face. Pulling it out of the ground she watched as both of them stopped moving and stared at her in awe or anger. Feeling slightly proud of herself, Yanyan backed up again to gain some distance. With his sword Zelfin should be a lot weaker making this fight a lot easier for Levia. Nodding at Yanyan, Levia cracked her whip again as she went for Zelfin who had flown into a wild rage. "Figures he's pissed." Losing your weapon to a little girl was quite embarrassing and funny.

"Argh."

"Don't just ignore me because you're angry!!!"

Wrapping it around his arm she pulled him back like a wild bull as he tried to get at his sword. Sending lightning through her whip she zapped his entire body without stopping this time. Yanyan made her way towards Levia with Zelfin's sword in hand. After a bit more lightning Zelfin's body was being fried from the inside out. If he didn't escape he would be the next thing on the demon's menu. "Zelfin, She's stronger than you without your sword." "Who cares!?! If I can't even beat these two, what's the point?" He couldn't beat Xilo when he went to face him and now he was facing defeat once more.

He knew that was still injured, yet he shouldn't have been losing this badly. "It's humiliating, Old man." Like a feral beast caught in restraints Zelfin began making inhuman noises as he struggled to break free. His time power wouldn't help him here nor would anything else. "Why am I always not good enough? What makes me so different." Hearing some of Zelfin's true feelings leaking through the mask of cruelty the old man sighed. "We are far too alike boy." There wasn't anything he could to help though, this was Zelfin's fight alone. Yanking the whip closer, Zelfin gave up trying to break his way out of his leash.

Instead he turned around and went straight for Levia once again. "This is what I mean!" Forced to let him go, Levia jumped out of the way with Yanyan by her side. She had fired hundreds of volts of electricity into his body and beat him senseless yet he kept moving. Most people would have already died by now or just given up. The smell of burning skin rose into the air and made Levia sick, it just made Yanyan feel a hunger that she wanted to avoid. Her hands began to shake as she looked down. "it's shaking." It wasn't her hands that were shaking but the sword she was carrying.

"Whoa!"

She felt it try to escape her grasp with a jolt. "Huh!?" She didn't know why it was suddenly trying to move around as she locked her grip on it. "No you don't." This sword seemed a lot more special then she had guessed. It had some kind of connection to Zelfin and his anger was probably calling it to him. "It wants to return to its owner." Her hand started to numb from all of the shaking as the blade slipped around trying to cut her body. Blood spilled out of her hand as she panicked like a frightened animal. Noticing Yanyan's behaviour, Levia grabbed the sword to try and help her. It didn't last long until Zelfin interfered in their mess.

"Give it back."

It was only three words full of ice yet it was enough to empower the sword in their hands. Flying upwards it cut their hands deeply as it escaped from their grips and went back to Zelfin. Grabbing the sword Zelfin felt himself on the verge of passing out again. "You need to leave, boy." Not saying Zelfin listened to the old man's voice as he began to run away. There was no use staying there in his current condition unless he wanted to die. All he wanted was his sword back and he had done that. "Welcome back." Sheathing it, Zelfin could feel the blade hum almost as it was happy to return to its owner.

Ignoring the pain burning their hands Levia held Yanyan back from chasing Zelfin. As much as she wanted to kill the guy she knew it was a bad idea if they chased him. They didn't know where he was running or to whom he was running. With so many unknowns it was just way too dangerous and they needed to heal. "I also need to get back to my group soon." If she didn't they would also be worried about her and that wasn't good. "That asshole." She had no idea why he followed them and tried to fight them. "What did he want?" Closing the wound on her hands she squatted down and patted Yanyan on the head.

"Calm down Yanyan, just let him go. It's best to forget about such trash."

"....But..."

She knew Yanyan wasn't happy however she just kept patting her head, it was all she could at this point.