(((OOC: FINALLY!)))<br/><br/>With diminished offense, the spirit could never hold his own against Natsu. Even high-ranking spirits were useless once exposed to his attacks. The spirit, still attempting to bite him, received a high kick of his leather boot into the side of its head, was thrown aside, and landed in the snow. The Spirit-hunter leaped up like the flash of a lightning, and with a huge turn that gave the swing of his blade immense power, dealt the last blow.<br/><br/>Not too surprisingly, it beheaded the spirit. With a growl, it started crumbling into ash, so unfitting on the white snow, here and there coated in red. A job done fast and clean... That was how Natsu liked to do things.<br/><br/>He wiped the blood off the blade, and sheathed it again, returning the hilt to its usual place by his side. It didn't even look to out-of-place hanging on a belt over his long coat. With a quick move, he took off the burned glove, inspecting what damage the burning touch did to his skin, but except for four reddened stripes on its rather pale color, there was nothing. Not even burned. That spirit might not have been as powerful as it initially seemed.<br/><br/>Only then did he notice the stranger. He put the glove back on, giving the man a sharp glance, but didn't move, or say a word.