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[indent]Asahi was hoping [i]something[/i] would happen, but he couldn’t say with complete confidence that what actually [i]did[/i] happen was a preferred situation. In all honesty, he felt bad for the deacon. More to the point, with the absence of light, his magic was currently at its weakest, which was a pity because against shadow demons, he would be a great asset. Still, that wouldn’t stop Asahi from doing what he could. But first thing’s first!

With a few tears of the fabric, Asahi ridded himself of the dress. Thankfully he had worn his usual outfit underneath. Laz never said he couldn’t wear anything under it. All he said was that he had to wear a dress. EVen if he would have minded, it wasn’t particularly the right time to address that. Should Laz want to make a big deal about it, perhaps until after the demons were defeated.

And so, with that, Asahi joined the fight with Laz and Laila. His hands were emitting a faint, golden magical hue. It wasn’t much, but when Asahi smacked a few of the shadow demons with a left and a right hook, they screeched out in pain as they staggered backwards. 

Asahi stood next to Laila and Laz, who had underwent some kind of transformation. Sunspot didn’t know what it was, but frankly, he didn’t have the privilege to care at the moment. With shadow demons bouncing back from the first wave of assaults, they were ready for round two. “[color=goldenrod]I don’t have much power, but I’m ready to fight.[/color]” Asahi cocked a grin, nodding towards the one-horned Laz and Laila. [/indent]