[@Searat][@Blueflame][@LightningMaiden]

Argus stared blankly at Richard, apparently lost in thought, [i][color=a0410d]"Is this really what my life has come to? Banished from my homeland, arrested, put on working probation, and now people are calling me sir? How the fuck did I get here..."[/color][/i] the Djinn pondered briefly before shaking his head to snap himself out of it. [color=a0410d]"Rich, when we're done here, you and I are going to do some training back at base. Can't have you burning out like this in the field."[/color] he advised, watching as Amaya's strikes cut effortlessly through the shadow demon's hardened ink. [color=a0410d]"And the name is Argus, none of this Sir bullshit."[/color] he sighed.

[color=a0410d]"Wash away the demonic essence, don't cut it. We want to disable this thing, not dismember it."[/color] the agent instructed Amaya, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his jacket as he watched the elemental's movements. Argus lit a smoke with a small flame at the tip of his finger before putting the pack away, holding a second cigarette between two fingers and offering it to Richard. [color=a0410d]"Demon, submit yourself to my custody and I call off the elemental. Otherwise, she keeps swinging and I take whatever's left of you back to base in a ziploc bag."[/color]