The enraged Little Flame Demon vented its fury as if against a punch bag.
After a full three minutes, its fury had mostly run its course, the fire waning as it regained a semblance of calm.
What it couldn't understand was how the bandaged monster, charred and twisted all over, managed to get up once again.
"Too light... still too light..."
"I want to feel pain... is that so difficult?!"
"Wa—wa—"
Amidst the fierce battle, the Three-Eyed Crow, fluttering alone in mid-air, landed once again on the left shoulder of the bandaged monster.
Its eyes were as cold as ever, as if nothing in the world could possibly move it.
"I've had enough!"
"Any creature that doesn't understand pain has no right to live!"
"I'll go find another friend who can give me pain! As for you... you can just die!"
The charred bandages fell apart, and suddenly, new, white bandages sprung forth, winding around the Little Flame Demon like a serpent springing from its den.
