The Crow looked at Eiro with a slightly excited expression, one that the Demon couldn't help but return. It looked him up and down, before plucking one of the feathers off of its jacket. The crow held the feather between its fingers, before simply flicking its hand forward.
The speed at which this feather travelled was completely uncomparable to the feather before this. So much so that Eiro was unable to react to it in the slightest. But at this point, Eiro realized something. As the feather scraped across his cheek, causing blood to flow down his skin, he kept staring at the Crow intensely, until he noticed a sliver of a familiar 'vibe' from it.
"You're a Card-Holder? How were you able to hide that from me?" The Demon asked. The monster in front of Eiro looked back a bit surprised, "You could tell? I thought I had supressed that properly..." The Crow muttered confusedly, trying to figure out where it went wrong exactly.
