--
"Hmm, yes. I have decided to deal with you first. I must make haste or else my master's going to suffocate. Am I right~?"
Cynorus swung his needle-like swords forward as Ishyera barely dodged his blows. The fallen angel took his stance as his midnight-stained wings flapped and created wind whirls around them for just a second.
The sudden gust of wind blew through the strands and locks of their peachy hair, slapping their faces and covering their eyes with nothing but bags of dust.
The blue-eyed celestial smirked one last time before propping his master up to his shoulders, holding one of Seiya's hands in his own palm. "Well then, this is a temporary goodbye to you two. We'll come back shortly after I have hidden my contractor into a safer place."