Seconds after their current meet, it almost gave him something to laugh about. Their natural battle urge tuned against the other was undeniably.
The newly developed threat hadn’t gone unnoticed by the newcomers as well. Already three pairs of enraged eyes had gouged onto the one whose blade remained responsible for the demise of the fallen. Oga’s stare remained in the same stance in the rest of his body, there was a natural pressure generating as his instincts started to refresh. This was a stapling point, by all means he could turn a blind eye and away.
Yet, what point would there be in that? If anything, the taunting face of the powerful Contractor of Lucifer, one who remained in a complex twist of rivalry and hate. He could imagine his mug remaining a sick sense of cheerful as Oga turned out to be a utter disappointment.
His best friend’s death hadn’t brought out the true potential that was dying to be polished. Then, he’d clearly be a lost cause.
"Thanks, but no thanks." By now, the three were already diving in. Their gaping maws revealing rows of teeth so refined, that even spikes were put to shame by the level of sharpness. Same went for the claws, down to the pointed ends of their wings. The concentration of bloodlust upon this one location had reached an all-time high. All while this transpired, Oga could be seen with a flask between his lips for that second.
Instinctual actions responding at the drop of a hat, the lead dragon had already swooped it’s right paw down from a overhead arc. Slicing clean through the skies, it’s mark was missed completely as Oga had managed to throw himself backwards easily enough, revealing just how quick he was upon his feet, by no doubts that Eugene was likely to evade in the same fashion. It’s claws had dug into the ground, splintering and eventually gushing sharp debris to upward towards the skies. In that instant, Oga had already thrown himself into action.
‘I ain’t got a damn moment to be wasting here!’
"Aih buh ai!" His demon child had energetically concluded it was a battle they wanted and all opposition would be crushed with overbearing might.
Taking the gained amount of air time to his advantage, Oga had leaped away seconds before those claws had disrupted anyone’s footing upon the ground. The nimble speed of such tiny bodies had caught the behemoth by surprise, an ample amount that would cost him. Their bodies were reduced to a blur as they zipped into a crash course for the beast’s jaw. Upon Oga’s hand, a high charged dose of lightning magic had generated in rapid succession and formed into a dense concentration around his crest embedded hand.
Revision. Lightning Upper!
Was this a special attack? Damn right it wasn’t.
The dense magic had remained not only a source of offense, it was a quickly thought up defense as well. Even through the smoke and smog, enough in abundance to already start breaking an unwilling sweat from the delinquent wrongly equipped for their conditions, he noticed that the damn things just got done bathing in lava. A shocking result was made the moment his knuckles had crushed against the dragon’s jaw; it wasn’t prepared for the demonic amount of strength that was contained in such a tiny package. Eyes perked wide, its face was forcefully thrown off to the side, its body lifting to the cannon like pressure it tanked as it was tossed off balance.
All while Oga’s body had been sent airborne. His merciless gaze marked just whose side he decided to join by that act of rebellion. His knuckles stung with a sense of awakening, adrenaline starting to flow and a sense of life bursting through his actions as he prepared to follow up. Now twisting through the heated and humid winds in a front flip, a glyph materialized from the essence of demonic energy to serve as his airborne footing.
For the moment, a truce of source had been forged.
