The figure was enraged. It cried out with such power that the trees around them shook as the knife bit into his flesh. He reeled back, then steadied himself. Crouching into a fighting stance, he began to circle around the youngling, eyes focused on him beneath the hood.<br/><br/>"Your death will be slow, child... You will beg for death. I will promise you this now: no matter how much you beg, I will prolong your life until you are a shell of your current self, then leave you to spend the rest of your natural life as such. Your death will take decades to finally come to pass."<br/><br/>He leaped forward, hands erupting into fire.