<strong>Prideful Bloodclad Armando</strong>(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/172/2/c/devil_jin_no_wings_no_horns_by_19_AZ_88.png) had defeated the mercenaries and only faintly glowed green fire while doing so. His eyes were blazing in baleful green as he faced off the solar opponent what Zoltan the Fat had acquired when it comes dealing with exalted threats.<br/><br/>Then Pride (as he is shortly called) had burned more essence and shown more power than he had before; to extend that now in his head laid brass colored devil's horns after he finished her off with simple brutal punch which rendered and wracked her body with pain but not killing her but retain barely her consciousness after fierce impact against fortified wall of Zoltan's keep. His blow force had ruptured even her armor into shreds which was not made from magical materials, and thus ruined for good.<br/><br/>When Zoltan approached him, grinning and patting him on shoulder like on old friend, without warning Pride's demonic gauntleted hand snatched up and grasped on Zoltan's throat! Zoltan gasped, or at least tried, as he started kick and try pry his hand free from his iron grip from his throat. Pride easily lifted the fat man just with his hand alone and raising the shorter man up to his blazing malfean burning eye level as he spoke;<strong>"You present everything what I find disgusting in this world; mortals who think everything what has value is measured in form of useless metal which purpose they have self-created. More so I find it disgusting to think that you, a mere mortal, would think to be my equal? In another age such statement would had been heresy, the sort of heresy which even accusation of you would had ripped your own heart out and offered it to sun for forgiveness!<br/><br/>That era is indeed long gone, burned into ashes in flames by those who we once trusted to be our vassals and had by bloodshed and massacre broken off from their ancient vows and loyalties, I would had expected to those wretches serving mortals as they no longer deserve to be in former spotlight what they once had. But a solar serving you?! Such heresy I will not tolerate, may the age be any!"</strong><br/><br/>Zoltan manages get some air and snarl on Pride and groan reply;<strong>"Guild...will....destroy...you.....killing me....kills you..."</strong>Pride makes deep hearty laugh and replies;<strong>"Guild does not care about single merchant Zoltan, they care for profit. If I take over your property entirely but keeps things going same as before....they have no reason avenge a merchant who underestimated his opponent!"</strong>Pride pulls his hand back and it glows in fiery blazing green light as he growls;<strong>"Rot in heaven merchant!"</strong>He then slams his fiery burning fist deep into fat guts of Zoltan who immediately pales and skin start form sickly blisters same time as he is blown off from Pride's grip towards the roof....and with loud shatter break through the roof and fly high in sky like burning green comet until landing and anything left is contaminated diseased bile of meat what not even ghoul would dare to touch!<br/><br/>Pride then turns to look on his defeated opponent, who was healing and recovering from her injuries but not fast enough as he approaches towards her with cling coming from chains he wears on his clothes. His chest and forehead blazing in old realm which praises Malfeas, one defeated primordials. He lifts Lambent Spark Dancer, holding on her leather padding by his fist and looking into her eyes as he says;<strong>"Now that I own everything Zoltan owned, so you belong to me also woman. Even if your a solar, if you would step down in such level that your nothing more than hireling to a mortal whims you deserve no respect from me."</strong>