"The unlucky fate seemed more likely, no?" Ryuk's undaunted voice rang out as he cracked his back and neck, and in the next instant—
BOOOOOOOM!
The air on the path of his face was blown apart as a ball of flame passed right through his face, but it was nothing but an afterimage as the world witnessed Ryuk standing easily two meters away from where he formerly stood.
"Pretty honest for a weak one. You've always been weird for that..." Ignatius said as he slowly returned his gaze to Ryuk.
Once more, a ball of flame moved with speed toward Ryuk, who slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed at it.
"TSSSSHHH!"
'Idiot...' The thought resonated in the mind of Ignatius.
The battle was over before it even began.
Ryuk's hand grabbed at the ball, and instantly, the sound of his own flesh burning up resounded.
