<strong>Name:</strong>Highborn<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dance Floor<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shizuru, mainly<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The demon's eyes had been alight with a red energy of his own as he prepared to take his revenge on the blood mage for damaging a very nice suit (in his opinion, at least), but after taking two steps across the black-as-void floor, he stopped to witness another demon coming down to join him. His eyes followed the flawless steel of her weapon, but where her insults may have been meant to draw even more rage out of him, instead, his annoyance and frustration faded away, finding this new opposer to be a likely source of entertainment. "You're one to talk. Dressed like that, I'd expect you to be working the club, not protecting it. Then again, you're probably working off some sort of debt to Marchosias, so I'm sure he's had you on your knees a few times."<br/><br/>Calling his cigarette back to his hand after it had been dropped due to the kitsune's attack, he took a long drag from the stick of tobacco again, holding it in for a couple seconds before he blew the smoke forward. The strange part, however, came when he was still blowing out the smoke several seconds after it should have all been gone, expelling far more than he had inhaled. Quickly, the light gray cigarette smoke turned a volcanic black, rising into the air and forming a swirling cloud of pitch-dark gas, which even seemed to take on a heat of its own as the glow of fire raged at its core. By the time the demon gangster finally closed his lips and stopped spitting the ebony fog, the cloud was larger than both of their bodies. At that point, there was no delay as the smog flew toward Shizuru and encased her in a cage of heat and suffocation, using incredible pressure to try to pin her and let her suffer from the enchanted smoke and fire coated her body and filled her lungs.