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Ignition to Spitfire
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The attack aimed for Samael would fall short, halted by the hand of a shadow erecting itself from the ground directly behind him. In fact it was indeed his shadow. The shadow congealed and morphed slowly into the form of a man, matching his owner in height. This man was known as Lucifel and served as the Shadow Supporter of his master coming to his aide independent of his will. Lucifel gazed blankly at the would be assailant before his face contorted into a sadistic and smug smirk. Having caught the angels hand with his own while his other was secluded in his pocket, he would swiftly and rather easily deflect the angel's attack upwards with the flick of his hand. The angel's face overcome with confusion and awe at how easily he was discarded. In a burst of rage he started to attack again but was interrupted by a hand grasping his mouth with an adamantine grip. His face once again riddled with shock however this was immediately replaced with fear as an ominous source of darkness spilled from Lucifel's hand. The next instant the entirety of the angel's face was blown away by a sudden burst of blackness. The burst completely obliterated the angel's head, leaving him to fall lifelessly to the floor below. Lucifel chuckled as he shook off his hand casually a dark aura emitting from it loosely, now dissipating into nothing. Looking over his shoulder he spoke. "Hehehe, and that's one down master." Placing both hands into his pockets he looked on towards the scenery and people around him, scanning to see who qualified as an enemy to his master.