She had faint red skin and white hair that reached her back. Amari wasn't sure how old she would be in demon years, but she looked a bit younger than him but still older than Sitri.
The girl turned around, trying to bolt away from the scene. Amari simply grabbed the air and plucked her with a hand made of shadows.
"Ah, let me go! Assault!"
He rolled his eyes and extended more shadows to make sure she didn't get out of hand while he was still restricting her. She wasn't strong-–lower acolyte at most—so it didn't take much from him.
"Is there a particular reason you're extorting people?" he asked.
She turned her head away from him and stuck her tongue out.
"None of your business, ugly!"
'That-'
"Hey!"
Ned put an end to the brief argument by putting his hands in between the two of them, "Enough already. Don't forget what we're doing here, Raion."
Right, that. He kept getting distracted from time to time.
