Alpha sat back after being knocked away by the puppet. His face had changed from the grin he had to a stale grimace.
The beast, now being properly addressed as Nekyu, made Alpha sick. It kept getting cut, beaten, stabbed, and knocked around. It had none of the power he tasted when he ate the chunk earlier.
Spirit needs to finish it off. Weaklings need to die.
The beast lunged away and devoured it own severed arm in a struggle to keep up with the spirit.
It's really on it's last leg...
The beast charged back at the puppet and master, attacking with all of it's might. Alpha stood up and watched them. Light grey flames formed in his hands as he glared at the spirit.
She's so disgustingly beautiful, but her voice ...
Alpha Lifts his hand and shoots a few firebolts at the spirit.
"Can you stop talking? your voice is pissing me off."
