Slice of Reincarnation IC

"Rot bilo laxain upen zo raxact!"

Words spoken by the Overlord Kayaamat were altering the very fabric of existence as three ancient heroes Advent, Patroklos and Ezra faced off in a climactic battle against a mighty Dark Sorcerer. A storm that was originally unleashing a downpour of rain upon Ezra's nation had now changed properties to rain droplets of fire, this was the Overlord's power the ability to change fundamental properties of the universe by speaking the language of reality.

Still there were limits, the language of reality was countered by the blessing of gods which acted as a void capable of resisting such alterations and of the three heroes it was primarily the presence of Patroklos that was preventing the Overlord from defeating them with but a mere word.

Advent charged forward tackling his way through the thick line of minions that were defending Kaayaamat where as Patroklos used himself as an aura of protection between Advent and Ezra so they would be able to resist the reality altering words of Kayaamat.

Ezra unleashed her ultimate ability Phoebus Catastrophe to destroy the left flank of Kaayaamat's invading force consisting of three legions, but as Advent grew closer to Kaayamat and Ezra thinned more of his forces of evil the dark Sorcerer continued to chant a sentence over and over.

"Rot zo fects fotwoon bliocts tuln dinke onomios"

"Rot zo fects fotwoon bliocts tuln dinke onomios"

Blood, pain, heartache everything flashed before the Archer's eyes and the last thing she recalled was seeing her hand stained with blood brushing the cheek of Patroklos.

What happened, did they lose, did they win?

Was it her blood, his?

Ezra would never know as she felt herself slipping away and in her passing wondered if the three of them managed to save the day or failed.

<<Modern Day UK>>

It's been thousands of years since that day, Ezra would find herself alive again but not in the same way as before. She had come to the sour realization she was reincarnated forcibly by a Magnus, said Magnus heard of her Legend and exploits in the past life yet spoke to her as if they were obscure.

Deep down inside Ezra felt a horrible realization that Kayaamat may have wiped the memory of her and others from the history books with his powerful tongue but as she grew accustomed to the following months as a servant to the Magnus it became apparent that the name Kayaamat was not known to her Master nor was there any record of the Overlord.

And now she contemplated in the personal estate of her master, near a forest where deer where within range of her bow yet she struggled to understand her new meaning in life.

Was she fated to be a slave of some old obsessive sorcerer or was she meant for something more?

@ezra_

Ignaticus's coal black skin and his raging red flames disturbed the emerald green and earthen brown that this new forest possessed. It was different from the forest of choice, in that the trees seemed to be taller and there were less areas of plain. Perhaps he should've stayed, but he was here now. Allbrajter called him here, to this location so it must be important to his mission, he wasn’t sure if he was me

Heitr in hand, he traversed the forest wandering from path to path. Exploring the endless forestry and its mazes. It would be hours until he came across a mansion, one that seemed to be the center of nowhere. ‘Perhaps this is where the disruption lies’ He thought to himself as he walked to the door. He eyed the massive mansions, and the Midgardian’s love of leisure. It was impressive in it’s grand design but it would soon be burned to the ground. With the fury of Muspelheim in his palms, he would attempt to punch down the door to the mansion.

If this was successful, he would enter the mansion, and would begin to set fire to the mansion. “You have been marked for Death...The gods have deemed you a threat and it is my duty to cleanse the world of your blood” Whether or not someone would come, didn’t matter to him. He would keep walking within the mansion, setting the mansion on fire, until someone who appeared to be the abnormality would show. If his attempt to enter failed, he’d attempt to burn the mansion from the outside, hoping to drive those on the inside out.

However, unknown to Ignaticus’s knowledge, this was an attempt to turn him from his path. Allbrajter,being the essence of his own Odin, constantly worked to change Ignatius’s view on life and that Ragnorak wasn’t the only answer. These slight changes of influence from Allbrajter, while unknown to the Ignaticus, seemed to motivate his actions. Perhaps what he would find here could change his mind on his mission.

@ignaticus__:It would not take super hearing to hear the great warded doors of the Hufflepuff mansion collapse from the blow of the fiery being, the powerful magic that normally could shield from even artillery strikes was either overpowered or circumvented in one single action. Needless to say the defenders were caught off guard, none had expected the doors to fall so quickly and a only a handful of very large and bulky stone golems were present to offer resistance to the assault.

The five Golems made of stone moved forward while being able to comfortably resist the flames as the rest of the mansion started to burn. However, despite their great resilience the golems lacked mobility and only made up for this weakness through strength as each one attempted to take a swing at the invader with a striking force of 50 tons.

As the Golems attacked in a uncoordinated fashioned that relied a lot on overwhelming numbers and brute force rather than skill, the Master of the mansion issued a command to recall Ezra whom was already close by.

She altered the concept of distance between herself and the front porch, the distance from her perspective began to contract until it was a mere meter away from the branch she was using to support her position. She leapt to the ground of the porch and loaded a freeze arrow while utilizing her unique eyes to see through the environment and quickly find the invader.

She charged her bow and released the arrow, letting it fly and hitting the internal ceiling of the mansion which unleashed a freezing area of effect that effortlessly put out the flames and added a thick layer of ice through out the surfaces of the mansion.

Ugh Master is going to sure let me have it for all this damage already.

"Fire Demon or being, whoever you are cease your hostilities at once!" she commanded sternly as she loaded three more cryo arrows at once onto her string, whoever this being was he may have had some anti-magic capabilities however none of Ezra's arrows were composed of magic but divine energy yet the same could not be said for her bow or her dress.

@ezra_:

Ignaticus believed these to be an easy mission, because how easy the gates were to destroy, was usually testament to how easily the kingdom were to be conquered, or in this case burned down. However, a fist of stone with the force of a fellow Jotunn, proved to say otherwise as Ignaticus was launched across the spacious mansion, being stopped by a painting and then the ground.

They appeared to have guardians, whether or not they were expectant of his arrival wasn’t unveiled, yet. After he returned to his feet, he saw his attackers. Stone guardians, whose heads reached the ceilings and , and were about as wide as trees. Ignaticus stopped to observe the way they moved, how they would approach him, however, they were mindless. They rushed the others, and pushed the other out of its way to get to him, this itself could be a blessing or a curse, meaning that they lacked thought or were unpredictable.

A testament to their hulking size, they were slow, meaning that the distance put between them was more beneficial than harm. Ignaticus’s fire was more than just blazing infernos, but could be crafted into the shape of what he pleased. So, he took the stance of a bowmen, and holding in his hands was a bow that shared the same fiery rage as Ignaticus himself. The blazing ember that formed the arrow was the size of a pole-arm.

He then unleashed the blazing fiery as it soared across the mansion, ripping and tearing at the air with it’s embers until it met its target, the chest of the middlemost stone golem. Taking his numbers down by one, as it pinned it against the wall, burning away the stone that was its flesh. He preformed the same action twice, one for the left most guardian and one for the right most, pinning them and burning them the same.

As he readied his shot for the final two, an arrow came from above, and hit the floor. As quickly as it came, it brought the coldness of Jotunheim with it, covering the mansion’s floors,walls and ceiling with a wintry glaze. The coldness of Hel once again met his skin, but as the ice crept his way, hungry for his heat. He surrounded himself with fires that the sun would envy, causing a border, being held by the war of fire and ice. He then went to go look for the attacker, who only made it easier by making their presence known.

"Fire Demon or being, whoever you are, cease your hostilities at once!"

The voice that commanded the order sounded like a mere child. And the attacker, who stood at the porch ready to unleash another arrow, seemed like a mere child. From past experiences, however, Ignaticus knew he couldn’t doubt the appearance of the beast child. Pillars of fire then extended and covered the sky, were erected behind her, supplying the heat of Muspelheim with them, hoping to drive her into closer combat. The fires attempted to slash her from behind, hoping to deal the pain of the whip and fire that would come with it.

“You must be the anomaly. A child so young deemed a threat by the gods, perhaps you should take this as a compliment, for your power is great enough to change the course of the inevitable. Unless, there is another here, perhaps in hiding.” He spoke with two tongues, one in Old Norse and another in English,with he last statement addressed as more of a question, hinting that perhaps, someone else was here. If she wanted to enter into combat, or simply answer the question Ignaticus wouldn’t care either way, for Heitr thirsted for the blood of the target, and may be satisfied with her’s .

@ignaticus__:

As she heard the response from the invader she wrinkled her nose and wore a scrunched facial expression, the way he spoke and the words he said made little sense to her. Still this was not the first time someone invaded the mansion but it was the first time someone managed to get past most of the defenses so quick, she figured whomever this being was probably did not know of her master so worrying about his safety wasn't too much of a concern at the moment.

Suddenly pillars of flame manifested near her position and she let out a wince as she felt the convection of the extreme heat near by, fortunately the uniform she dubbed the dress of Artemis possessed an enchantment that created a sphere of powerful wind around the wearer when ever they were coming into danger of an attack regardless if it was of an energetic or physical nature.

"I did not ask for your purpose here, I asked for you to cease your hostilities!" she shouted as she closed one eye and released the three freezing arrows at once, all of which were launched a few times the speed of sound directly towards her opponent, each individual arrow alone being able to flash freeze a large lake instantaneously and all were focused to a neat little circle directed at the large center of mass that her enemy had.

Still she highly doubted this would be enough to put down the being but she did hope it would at-least be an effective attack that she could continue to apply, she moved away from the flames near her as the wind shield kept them at bay like an invisible curving wall until she was a safe distance away. "leave this place, begone!" she shouted once more as she gave a hop to a couch then hopped onto a bookshelf and gave a rather large leap onto a hanging chandelier so she would have the high ground and some extra distance away from the newly conjured flames.

The Archress performing her parkour movements all in under the time span of a second after firing her freezing arrows, as she balanced with cat like agility on the chandelier she would load in a mighty wind arrow onto the arrow rest and take aim at an angle that would position her next arrow between her opponent and the door way leading outside.

She pulled the string and let loose the divine arrow, as it flew it created a powerful swirling vortex of wind that grew significantly in radius as well as power for every foot it traveled. The goal in mind for the wind arrow was to create enough force to blow away all the contents in its path to the exit of the mansion and to the grounds outside, as it traveled even the two remaining stone golems in the way were ragdolled towards Ignaticus like leaves in the wind despite their massive weight and size.

The Golems and a numerous amount of furniture would be effortlessly blasted away and Ezra in her attempt believed that the wind in addition to the incoming Golems would be enough to push Ignaticus outside and allow her to refrain from further damage to the mansion.

@ezra_:

It was as if she was a ghost…a spirit that unleashed the coldness of Hel and then disappeared altogether. She appeared to be a child of Zoran, the commander of Speed, that also commanded the elements with her movements. Two of the arrows would, instead of meeting the blackened body of Torso, feel the raging sun that the wrath of Heitr brought with it, incinerating them upon contact. However, now distracted by her whereabouts, the third, which seemed to appear from the air...would strike where normal a heart would be, unleashing the coldness that even Odin would fear.

It battled with the active fires that leap from his skin, and even the hotter infernos that blazed beneath,halting his movements to focus on this battle between fire and ice. Eventually, the fires that accompanied him won the war...but even then a new battle began. He found where she hid, upon a chandelier that seemed to be unbothered, displaying her unnatural balance prowess. He approached, but was met with the winds of Thor that went his way. The stone guardians and the contents of the mansion flew towards him as sand in the way of the ocean. Stretching out his hands, he caught unto the one of the stone guardians, digging his claws into its rocky hide. However, the winds didn't end yet, and only piled unto his load.

Hands and Chains of fire that were anchored into the ground, grabbed unto the Prince of Muspelheim, hoping to help him stand his ground. Using his own Jotunn-like strength, he turned to redirect his load,leaving them to be blown into the great woods that laid behind him. Yet, despite his burden being lift, his chains were slipping, as they fought the mighty vortex. He continued to hold his ground, covering himself with more chains and fiery fires that held him in place "Young Archer, do you fight for your life or for the protection of another?"

His words, now in plain English, had two purposes, to distract and to obtain information, as she seemed to ignore the first question he addressed. Then, an idea came to him. He vanished from his location, reappearing where he left the pillars of flames, and replacing them with himself.

She seemed only focused on making him leave, not defeating him in battle, so perhaps something else was coming, something greater. Or it could be that she needed him out in order to kill him, making the mansion possibly the safest place for him. "I believe that there are secrets of another entity here...and if so, I will not waste my breath fighting what merely is a child." He sat on the porch, in a meditation-like position Heitr laid across his lap, but his hand was still firmly grasping the handle.

@ignaticus__: The Archeress furrowed her brows slightly, her attempt to remove the threat from the mansion was a failure however, she did gain some further insight on the invader such as some of his abilities and what he did not know of the mansion.

Now that he seemingly stopped his assault and the flames which were burning the mansion no longer present she would cease combat just as he did. She did keep her bow on hand just in case combat suddenly resumed but she knew that her fighting style did not benefit from a static defense against such a powerful foe and she wouldn't be able to win under these circumstances if combat continued "I defend the home of my Master, it appears you have attacked us for nor particular reason" she said from atop of the crystal chandelier, cautiously and still keeping her distance.

"You inflicted a great deal of damage to his property and now he will be furious because of my failure to prevent it" she said with a mild scowl very well knowing the punishment she would receive once the threat was gone. "I have a sworn duty to obey his commands and that is why I fought you, but I do not wish to fight you any further" her glance looks to the rest of the internal layout which was in ruins.

"the short skirmish between us has already inflicted more damage than any previous entity who has assaulted this stronghold" she looks back to him while keeping the stern but precarious voice "what business do you have here and what justification do you have for" she gestured to the variety of damage across the mansion "this?"

As she asked this her body tensed and she was preparing for a back up plan, under these circumstances success through combat was a delusion but survival of her and her master was still possible and if need be she could rush to the top floor of the mansion where her Master resided and instantly evacuate them both to safety.

@ezra_:

Ignaticus sat there, and just as he stopped his assault, the young Archer-Child ceased hers as well. She spoke, once again in her childish tongue, talking as she was to serve someone, a Master of sorts. While Ignaticus's face was stagnant, the flames that surround his body leapt up, but not with malice, but gracefully, as if they were laughing at her. "So, you're a servant?" He ignored her demand for justification until he got to that portion of what he was going to say.

"Someone with the potential that you possess, bound to serve as simply a protector to another?" He shook his head, disappointment in his eyes. "Perhaps, I assumed wrong then, surely there isn't a way you would provide a threat, if you can find your own way out." He stood up Heitr still tightly in hand. He looked at the damage around him. "Bring me your master, and I will judge him accordingly. Perhaps he could put up a better fight than what you dragged me through"

Allbrajter began to glow, converting the eyes of Ignaticus from their usually fiery red, to more of a godly gold, As it should the Prince of Muspelheim visions, this time consisting of a sound and an image. The first was the plain of green along with the sun, and the sound of metal hitting the ground with a heavy clang. After the vision ended, Ignaticus was taken back into his current situation, Heitr's fire were calmed. "The gods do not wish to harm you..."

His eyes darted across the room look to see if he could find another lifeform in the room. His unarmed hand stretched out, fiery tendrils would stretch out from his own form and move snakelike among the floor. Searching to snuff out this 'Master's' source of heat. The moved rapidly through out the building, and each moved with it's own mind as they all served the same goal "This shouldn't be long"

Invisible familiars in the mansion well what few remained from the invasion were keeping an eye on the conversation between Ezra and Ignaticus, these same familiars were providing sound and sight to the Master of the mansion who was being heavily guarded by a small army of adolescent homonculi dressed in servant uniforms on the third floor.

As the flames began to crept the servants would rush into action in an attempt to dissipate the flames, males in butler uniforms would attempt to stomp out the flames with their elemental resistant enchanted clothing where as young maids would cast a freezing spell taught by their master and while it would not be as strong as Ezra's freezing arrow they made up for quality with quantity.

"Oh my dear Ezra, how have you disappointed me these past few weeks. You aren't the caliber of hero I once thought you were. Regardless I have no intention of those demon flames coming anywhere near me as such I believe I will find a better use of you" the voice of a posh elderly man of British descent would be heard in Ezra's head.

"Wait, stop" Ezra said whether it was to Ignaticus or her Master was unknown

"Do not fret, I do intend on resummoning you but perhaps with a new purpose you may be better suited for once this is over" the Master would raise the palm of his hand which bore the spiritual mark that allowed him full authority over the hero "Ezra, I command you to unleash your strongest and most effective attack towards the invader...NOW"

As if an unseen force took over her body the Archeress nonchalantly pulled out two Divine arrows of freezing, the first was a tier one while the second was a tier two and then she fused them together to create a mighty freezing arrow where it possessed the ability to inflict absolute zero temperatures in a large blast radius. Normally Ezra would not have attacked with this new arrow at such close range due to the potential splash damage but she was not in control of her body, she from her position in the chandelier charged the single arrow and sent it soaring not at Ignaticus but a meter away from him as if she purposely missed.

As the divine arrow made contact with the floor an explosion of intense cryokinetic energy was released, the chandelier Ezra stood upon was flash frozen to such a brittle state that it became atomized. The personal windshield of Ezra did its best to protect and indeed deflected most of the blast until it could not resist the power any longer, so as the chandelier seemingly vaporized into snow flakes the green Archer was rag dolled into a nearby wall and coated white by a modestly thick sheet of ice.

Her body thudded to the ground after it slid off the shattered brittle walls of the mansion, the integrity of the first floor weakened to such an extent that it seemed as if the whole second floor would end up collapsing upon them any-moment.

All of this happening because of the order of Ezra's Master.

@ezra_:

Ignaticus said nothing, his eyes watched the scene play out, catching the miniature details of the scene in front of him. He pulled the tendrils of fire back, as they no longer served a purpose, asides from lighting a small fire besides the slumped over body of the Cat-Girl, who seemed to be named Ezra.

He noticed the marking on the man’s hand, how he manipulated her like a puppet, nearly sacrificing her to get rid of him. Even as the ice took over his body, Ignaticus never moved, even as it glazed over his fiery eyes, he continued to look.While his foot slowly melted the ice. The markings seemed to act as a binding tool, holding either the girl’s body, soul or both to the man that held the marking.

The mysterious man seemed to lack the potential forethought of his actions, wishing to simply end the intrusion without thinking of the collateral damage of those around him, or he was simply just that cruel. Either way, he simply cleared out the rest of his help.

The pillars that supported the second floor began to show signs of burning, as if an invisible fire ate away at the structure. A trail of burning across the floor reached towards the man, if successful, chains of invisible fire would begin to latch on to the man, pulling him down with the man with the weight of a bus and the heat of the Earth’s interior, wishing to pull him down.

Even if this failed, the pillar that would hold the second floor would’ve hopefully lost enough integrity. Ignaticus’s foot would and a portion of his lower leg would be free, allowing him to use it. An explosion with the force of a couple of grenades from his leg, would crumble the porch he stood upon, hoping to begin the inevitable collapse.

If this was successful, Ignaticus would’ve already teleported by the flame that settled near the collapsed body of the Child-Archer, hoping to grab her and teleport just outside the mansion, if successful, he’d drop her on the grass.

Master Gideon Hufflepuff was defenseless or so it would seem, even with all his homonoculi servants flash frozen to death the Master possessed greater power for a Magnus and his room was already enchanted with wards that comfortably withstood the blast of freezing force before it could reach inside.

His personal defenses did not stop there, even as he saw the flames crept towards him he rolled his eyes and raised his hands to the ceiling of his room "These dammed demons, always destroying what pathetic servants I have. Disgusting creatures really" just as the flames were about to latch onto him he snapped his fingers and disappeared from the room at that last moment.

The rest of the mansion would not be so fortunate as its entire interior and exterior was compromised from the freezing damage, it only took seconds for the entire structure to come crashing down and when it did all that would remain on the surface would be many blocks of melting ice. Ezra would be successfully 'Saved' and the sheet of ice covering her body would begin to thaw away.

On the other hand it appeared the Master disappeared until he seemingly appeared sitting on a chair that manifested out of thin air onto the ruins of his once prized estate "Demon, why do you ruin my day?" Master Gideon questioned from a safe distance away not really concerned on future attempted assaults for what ever reason, it really appeared that the Master wished to engage in a dialogue. "You speak the Norse language and some other I am not familiar yet your actions are nothing but that of a mindless brute" he raised his eye brows with slight surprise as he talked "a very sturdy...mindless brute, nevertheless I need to find out why I was attacked. I have very important plans you see" he gestured to Ezra whose hand began to twitch as she slowly regained consciousness although still in a feeble state.

"You can be free to kill her or not, yet I warn you if you do I will just reincarnate her as I did before" the old Magnus slowly drifted his eyes away seemingly annoyed at this instance that had transpired but stayed in place while trying to figure out if Ignaticus had attacked for an ulterior reason or if he knew about his soon to be plans.

@ezra_:

Ignaticus continued to remain silent, as he watched the man disappear from one place or another. He seemed to be a teleporter, much like his servant. His lack of education of Fire-Jotunn annoyed Muspelheim’s Chosen Prince, only fueling Ignaticus’s new drive to burn him whole. Just as the man sat down. Iganticus took a seat upon the grass, right in front of the conscious body he dropped on the floor. As he prepared the answers that the man was looking for.

His fires turned green to heal anything that was near him, a small recovery of the damage that destruction of the mansion caused the nature around it. “Your lack of understanding is disturbing.” He spoke in plain English, his voice as fiery as the flames he produced. He too, was a bit confused about the reason why he was here. Allbrajter usually spoke visions that were clear, but this seemed to have been clouded.

Heitr burned with the fury of suns in the lap of Ignaticus, as it hungered and thirst for blood. Ignaticus focused on the man’s speech and his utter disregard for his own servants, seeing them as nothing but pawns for his own gain. His skin faded from black to a light tan, revealing the face of a man who seemed to be in his mid-20s, as well as a suit of red and black.

“Well, you see. Me and my boss’s agency heard that someone called us for protection. So, I was sent here to investigate. So, sir, I think you’re gonna have to come with me. Cause you killed, like, a dozen people.” Ignaticus, now in the form of Hearth, spoke with a New Yorker’s accent. “I’m gonna have to take the Girl too, cause she attacked him first.”Hearth stood up, the fires that healed everything close to him stopped. “I mean, unless you have more to say. Cause, I mean, if I’m going to be honest. Ya seem like you can tell some pretty good stories if I do say so myself. Or I’ll just take you and the girl and leave”Despite Hearth's seemingly careless act Ignaticus needed to find if there was any information, that would tell him why he's here.

@ignaticus__: The facade of Ignaticus failed spectacularly as the face of the old Magnus scrunched in fury, with a flick of his wrist he would summon an illusion of the events that unfolded and in it was Ignaticus breaking down the warded doors of the Hufflepuff mansion before setting it ablaze and engaging the Golems.

"Do not think you can deceive me demon, this is not my first encounter with deceitful beings like you and nor will it be the last" with another flick of his wrist the illusion would dissipate "if you will not explain yourself then you too will be put on my list of those that will be disposed of"

Master Gideon gave Ignaticus a scowl just as Ezra slowly started to push herself up from the ground. "You do not know the forces you are trifling with, I bear the means to destroy you regardless of what you think not now of course but you will come to regret it very soon. So choose your next actions and words carefully" the old Magnus squinted his eyes as he slowly rested his hand on his lap, the patience of the elderly man was wearing thin and he was not going to spend anymore time beating around the bush on this subject.

@ezra_:

The doubt in Hearth’s eyes was evident, but Ignaticus knew he couldn’t take his chances, so he decided to let this one go. While still Hearth, Ignaticus began to speak. “Oh sure, dispose of me. Sure, I mean it isn’t gonna fix anything though. I mean you obviously have some problem and I’m here to fix it. That’s why I’m here. Even if you have those images, it still doesn’t disprove my boss sending me here.”

Hearth looked back, seeing the young archer get it. His grip on Heitr tightened, not entirely sure if she was going to attack him from behind. “So, since I’m here NOW. What’s the problem?” Ignaticus’s own patience was beginning to wear, even considering that killing the girl and burning her soul may prevent the old man from getting what he wanted. Hearth began his plan, one that requires him to kiss up to this unknown being until he gave enough information. “And I do have to say this is one beautiful bride you have here”Hearth gestured to Ezra, despite him truly believing that she only seems weak.“Look pal, bud, amigo, Grand Wizard, I don’t know entirely why I’m here. So perhaps telling me what your plans are will help me help you” Hearth spoke in a quick manner with his mind clouded by mental fires. “So what is it gonna be, Grand Wizard?”

@ignaticus__:Master Gideon Hufflepuff smirked, he couldn't resist the flattery which made him feel like he had power over the demon so he made the decision to amuse the question it asked. "I am Magnus Gideon Hufflepuff, rejoice because you have been granted a mercy. I will not destroy you now but when I do I intend to end you with one of the five glorious treasures of Anor Londo" he rolled his eyes lazily "but of course a simpleton demon like you could not comprehend the vast amount of power these objects contain" the elderly man pinched his thumb and index finger as he used physical gesture to emphasize his words.

"You are a tiny little gnat" as he said this a literally gnat would be conjured from his own mana, he would drop the bug beneath his feet before he gesturing to his boot "and this is just one of the artifacts" he subsequently squashed the insect which gave a SPLAT death sound upon being crushed by the mans foot.

As he finished crushing the insect, Ezra would have recovered and 'blinked' suddenly beside her master while facing Ignaticus. She was soggy wet and still possessed flakes of ice stuck to her body, yet still even while this weak she put up a brave face as she clutched her aching side with one hand and whether it may not have seemed like it she was still capable of combat. "Ezra my dear here is a Legendary Archer, but as of lately she has been disappointing me so perhaps I should have her become my bride now that you mentioned it" he looked at her with a cocky grin which was returned with a scowl only when he looked back to Ignaticus.

"I do not need your help, all you need to know is that I'm going to be taking my revenge on those who transgressed me" he pointed at Ignaticus with his index finger "and you my fiery friend I am going to take my time with so run run your little demon feet while you still can"

@ezra_:

Ignaticus approached the grand Mage, he wasn’t giving him the information he wanted. The Old Wizard simply ranted on and on about himself, giving only useless information. The Fire Prince’s patience has worn thin. Hearth scratched his head “That doesn't exactly answer the question. Ya know? I mean sure, if you have something that could magically kill me then you probably would’ve done it by now. So I have reason to believe you don’t have the means.” Of course Ignaticus considered the possibility that this person simply decided against it, but even if they did Ignaticus was confident enough in his own ability to manage.

“Now, once again, tell me what problems are you having? You seem to discard those who seek to protect you. So perhaps there is no problem, instead perhaps I’m here to kill you and burn you alive. Making sure your soul is consumed by my fires and your mind is in ashes. Perhaps my mission is to drag you to the pits of Hel, and let Hela destroy your spirit. Or perhaps, my mission is to behead you here and now, for all of your servants to see.”

The guise of Hearth was now dropped, and Ignaticus appeared again, but instead of his raging red fires, they were black, darker than the sky above as they emitted a sense of death among them. The fires of Hel enwrapped the Prince of Muspelheim, and they whispered with a deadly tongue. “Now choose one, so I may not waste any more time here.”The fires sucked the life of anything in contact with him, as he made sure they wouldn’t reach anything outside of his immediate vicinity. Heitr also shared the same blackened aura that his fires emitted.

@kyushi_: Master Gideon felt emboldened after all not too long ago the demon appeared to behaving submissive towards him so he took this change of attitude as a bluff. He stood up from the chair he conjured with his magic and with a wave of his hand caused it to disappear "Oh it seems the little demon actually has some...balls" he replied back before giving a disappointed face "forgive my language but I couldn't think of another word to describe your pathetic little tirade".

Gideon's eyes began to glow blue as arcs of electricity danced between his fingers tips and he entered a battle stance but before he could do anything else the green archer Ezra rested her clawed gauntlet on his shoulder and whispered something into his ear something too soft to hear from the distance Ignaticus was at. What ever that was said it caused Gideon to turn around and backhand his servant to face, the blow of course barely causing her to flinch but still stung as her face made a short lasting wince from the lightning coated hands making contact with her skin for a moment and turning the spot it touched a sun burn red.

"Very well Ezra we shall leave but don't dare interrupt me again" he said with annoyance before the green haired girl tilted her head submissively and blinked away with Gideon to a location hundreds of miles away from where they stood. They were gone from the reaches of Ignaticus, for now at-least but for Gideon the interaction had caused the Master of Ezra to form a personal vendetta against the person that destroyed his mansion.