A barrage of flames shot forward like the powerful breath of a dragon from the myths of the Era pre-Crimson Apocalypse. The flames had the same speed as a bullet. This time, the Lord of Flames wasn't going to melee combat. While he thought about a way of stopping Alastor, he needed to keep him busy. Also, if he got defeated there, the bishop would aim at his other friends.
'There isn't anybody in the Grand Crusade that can fight against Alastor. There is simply no way that they will be able to hold him for more than a couple of minutes. I targeted him right away because I knew that his offensive power was enough to wipe out my entire army in a matter of seconds without any effort. That's also the reason why I brought him so far away from the others. Now, my only duty here is to hold him for as much time as possible until I can think of something, even if it means that I will need to destroy my body while doing so!'
