The copycat waved his hand, emitting a blast of wind that sent Zinya slamming against the wall so hard that a new bloody wound opened on the back of her head.
A flick of the fake Fallmug's fingers made Frey float in mid-air, forcing him to come closer while an air blade formed around the left hand of the mage, emitting a buzzing sound.
"Feel free to scream, kid. It's not going to help you with the pain, but it sure will make the experience funnier for me." The blue-robed man said while enjoying the terror on Zinya's and Filia's face.
Killing Mirim so quickly had given him no pleasure. He had worked hard to make sure that this time no one would interrupt him and that he could set up another masterpiece like the display he had left at the Lark's household.
"Feel free to follow your own advice." Tezka's eyes brimmed with Chaos and fury as he came out of his dimensional space.
