"Hmm. A flame devil with phoenix flames?"
Battlebeast looked down at Zeke with something close to amusement.
He had him by the throat, one hand, effortless, the two of them suspended in the air while the fight continued below. His grip didn't tighten. It didn't need to.
"Nice. Maybe we'll visit your home world next. I've always wanted a flying bird."
The smirk settled on his face and stayed there.
The sons of corruption were the most advanced predators in the entire universe. One of one. It took very rare bloodlines just to stand across from them, and even then, they still came out on top nine times out of ten. Zeke's attacks had been damaging, genuinely, but damaging wasn't the same as dangerous. There was nothing lethal about any of it.
Battlebeast knew the difference.
"You can see the phoenix in my flames."
Zeke's voice came out strained. Struggling against the grip but holding it together.
"And you still dare to hold onto me like that."
