[center][h1]Solitude, Renelle[/h1][/center]

[b]"Oho, the scurrying rat thinks itself rather glib~!"[/b] Esben's words were met with an amused titter from Ferdiad as the spectre stalked them, always a step behind as the Kirins moved from rooftop to rooftop once more. Out of some macabre sense of fair play, it seemed that the demon was sticking to the streets, only ever taking to the high ground if it got direct line of sight on any of the living. At the very least, it seemed that his presence didn't agitate the undead, as the zombies in the streets below shuffled along.

[b]"But I will oblige [i]some[/i] of your jibber jabber."[/b] Ferdiad reappeared midair, high above the Kirins as it hovered along, lounging mockingly on the haft of its scythe. [b]"In order, then. A bit of Column A, a bit of Column B. Dear old patron did set me upon you, but I was only ever expressly given the command to 'enjoy myself' with you all, as it were. Quite the bit of leeway that gives me~" [/b]

The demon paused, catching a bomb that Chisato hurled up. The explosive detonated in its face, eliciting howling laughter from the singed jester as the smoke cleared, a clear burn mark and a line of shrapnel on its forehead. 

[b]"See? Like that! The little miss should dress it up some more next time! Make it look like a bouquet of roses, or perhaps a carved wooden duck."[/b] Ferdiad laughed before its gaze shifted back down to Esben in particular, eyes glinting with interest. 

[b]"But back to [i]you[/i]. The summoner. You really well and truly went up on their threat estimation once they found out you could call upon that doddering old Ramuh. Go on, call him out. Why even bother talking when you could have Leviathan try to eat me?"[/b] Ferdiad began hanging off its scythe in midair, wrapping its legs around the haft as it beheld the Kirins while upside down. [b]"You want to talk, yes? Thirty second intermission, and then we return to the game."[/b]