The battle was not going well for the Nahobino. His opponent, one of Lucifer’s generals of old, had might beyond what he had expected. Their battlefield, the rooftop of the Diet Building, had been scorched brown and black with blasts of primal power that the Nahobino’s demon allies had not survived. Now it seemed that he was next.
Blade still drawn and held forward in a defensive stance, the Nahobino considered his options. His guide, Aogami, had gone quiet, choosing to contemplate the situation in hopes of improving it. The actual process of battle was left to him, but now it seemed that it would not continue much longer.
The Demi-Fiend strode towards him, eyes glowing eerily.
The Nahobino cast Megidolaon, the best spell available to him, and one that smothered the battlefield in a divine lavender glow. But its power soon faded, and the Demi-Fiend was no worse for wear.
In response, the Demi-Fiend crossed both of his arms in front of his chest, then slowly raised them over his shoulders.
The Nahobino closed his eyes. There was no time for another attack, and nowhere to run that would not crumble under his feet with the toll the battle had taken on the building. Wait… crumble under his feet… yes, that just might work.
The Nahobino jumped sailed through the air, hair flowing behind him, as the ground that was previously beneath him lit with the rage of Mother Earth.
Having avoided certain death, the Nahobino landed as hard as he could on another section of the roof. It collapsed beneath his weight and he fell all the way down to the first floor of the Diet Building. The walls, crumbled and grey, greeted him as he stood on a dime.
The Demi-Fiend followed behind him. There was a crunch of bone, and a venomous hissing.
The Demi-Fiend was on his hands and knees behind the Nahobino, having broken both of his ankles in the fall.
The Nahobino spun around and unleashed a small blast of almighty energy. The Demi-Fiend, having taken such a bad fall, was no longer capable of shrugging off his spells. In fact, it tore him down the rest of the way. He collapsed, prostrate, on the ground.
The Nahobino raised his hand instinctively so that Aogami could speak into his ear.
“Well done, young man. Your steadfast devotion to leg exercise has seen us through this trial.”