Power flew through Shin like a wave and settled in Iashkawa-Jun's body. They felt it too—they immediately stopped their assault, tensing.
"What wasss that?" they hissed, then shook their head. "Doesn't matter. Are you alwaysss that slippery, eel? Why won't you just ssstay… still!"
With a sudden lunge, Iashkawa-Jun crouched and pinned Shin's shoulders down with their hands.
Shin grunted in pain as the sharp claws burrowed under his armor, gripping him like fish hooks—the only way he could free himself would be by tearing free two huge chunks of meat.
Despite the pain, the magic planted within Iashkawa-Jun resonated stronger from their proximity to Shin. He could tell it was working already, almost independent from him.
Behind Iashkawa-Jun, every piece of cutlery scattered on the ground turned towards the half-demon like they were the north on a compass. Even Shin's own armor was pulled towards him.
