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The wizard didn't act in time to top the laser from firing. He did, however, act in time to save himself and Firebrand.

Firebrand felt the world shift around him. It wasn't quite the feeling of traveling to another world, but it was similar enough that it wasn't much of a shock. It was an odd thing seeing death coming toward you then passing harmlessly through your being, an odd electric tickle playing in his limbs as a ghostly laser ripped through his form.

The other demon wasn't nearly so lucky. From this worlds distorted time he could read the Red Arremars face as the beam engulfed him. There was no surprise. There wasn't even any pain apparent as Firebrand watched his disintegrate, atom by atom. He'd been taken so quickly that there hadn't even been any fear. Firebrand had seen many of his kind fall in combat, far to many for one more to register as any more than a faint regret he would never dare share with any other of his kind. As far as demon deaths were concerned this one was pretty good. Painless, dignified, and fighting against impossible odds. He had nothing to be ashamed of.

The demon blew away like sand in the wind, leaving behind only a slowly flickering flame that seemed to glow against the backdrop of the beam. Firebrand smiled. He had been a fine soldier to the end. Firebrand reached out an immaterial hand to grasp the immaterial flame. Even with his injury it was easy to grasp, but he was happy he didn't have to carry it. He could feel its weight even for the few moment it would sit in his palm. Heavy with sin. A fine Demon's Soul.

He felt the soul dissolve into his palm, the fire of the nameless Red Arremer being added to his own. The weariness and the lingering cold vanished as he felt his palms begin to burn. The edges of his wound glowed like molten metal as his hands stitched themselves back together, muscles and veins and skin and all.

When the two reappeared in real space Firebrand was a new demon, hale and hearty. He kicked off from Damien's shoulders and took flight towards the head of the machine. "Stop posturing. Your enemy is in front of you." He called back as he ascended. 

He reached the head and clamped his feet onto the metal ring, hanging upside down facing the crown of the machines skull. That beam came from here. From this ring. He felt a flame welling up in his gullet. A great a terrible flame capable of reducing even demon lords to ash when none else could. A flame capable of burning the very soul. The Ghoul Realms hottest flame. He felt it burning at the corners of his mouth. He would take the stamina his subordination had given him, and used it to destroy the weapon that had killed him. He opened his mouth and out streamed a horrifying flame, a dark flame, that poured over the top of the machines helmet to melt the base holding this ring aloft.