"I'm the guardian of the belt of greater will, state your intent" Flit assumed his previous role, except that he was in no temple this time, only a jail.
"I am Rafire, leader of the Flying spears, I welcome you with honour."
'Huh?' Mark wanted to blurt out, hadn't the beastkin fight them both, or was Flit invisible to him?
'What's he up to?'
The ghostly cat folded his arm and took a haughty appearance like he was an important figure who worship of him had his head deep in his ass.
Flit ran his eyes over the Yellow Phoenix that went with the name Rafire, he had fought him and Mark, actually just Mark, but something was wrong, or rather off. By all means, Flit should be nothing but an enemy, unless…
'We fought at a distance and my body wasn't very defined when we exchanged blows. He mustn't have noticed my existence like I guessed he did…"
