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Firebrand ripped his beak from where Viral had planted it in the dirt, rubbing his jaw. He hadn't expected that. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. He'd expected Viral to make a move for him once his back was turned, but he hadn't thought even that quick little bugger would be able to clear the distance in so short a time. 

He looked over to the building the pompous rat had made it too. He took stock of the situation, looked around at the crumbling building and the piles of corpses, and decided that the rat could have this rathole. The object of Firebrands ire had flown the coop already, along with that strange blue haired frenemy of his. He didn't know when those two had started working together, but it was a question for a later day. What was on his mind was the confirmation of the feeling he'd gotten when the sky had darkened. There was nothing left to fight for here. Besides which, he didn't want to deal with that spell. 

He turned to leave, then stopped and looked back at the rat. His spell was already building up like a title wave about to break. Then his eyes turned downward, toward the area reveled by the giant armors oh so helpful removal. He thought he saw something among the dust and rubble, a glint from the sunlight that still poured from the hole in the clouds. He made his way over to it, an idea forming in his head.

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"Clever human, trying to walk off with my talisman." Firebrand said casually as as the beating of his wings caught him up to Damien. The demon plopped down next to him, the crude green bag thrown over his back that looked to have been looted off a Alliance soldier jangling faintly as he did so, and walked next to him. "Not that I blame you. You never know when you might need the fire power. After all, the rat was right. I felt it when it happened. Something changed. It's not a feeling you forget."