"It seems you guys are formidable after all. I'm going to enjoy killing the both of you," The fairy said with a wide smile as he pointed at the angel and the demon in turn.
He made a show of demonstrating how they were going to meet their end by running a hand across his neck.
Seated quietly and observing the spectacle, the old man appeared bored with what he saw.
"More proud words that you are yet to prove. It won't be long before you meet your end here."
Hehehehehe!!!
The fairy threw his head back and laughed at what he considered impossible.
"My end? Your confidence in your minions is truly admirable to be honest but I fear it's greatly misplaced. You all are going to die here," The fairy said to the old man with a sneer on his face.
"Surely, you must be tired of bragging by now."
"Bold of you to assu-"
~BOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!~
The fairy's words were cut short by the crushing blow aimed at him by the angel and demon at the same time.
Their perfect synchronicity made it seem like one was the shadow version of the other and the impact made the attack seem fatal.
The reverberation raised the dust around as debris flew everywhere and as the dust settled, the fairy was nowhere to be seen.
The old man stood up slightly and surveyed the area to be sure that he hadn't survived the attack.
There was a huge crater where the blow had landed and because of his height, the old man could see the interior despite his position.
It was also empty and he heaved a sigh of contentment.
There was no doubt that the fairy had been completely crushed into the ground and was lost amongst the rubbles.
It had all gone according to how he had predicted and he shook his head in amusement as he recollected the boastful words of the fairy.
He had really thought that he would put up a better performance to match his words and in a way, he was slightly disappointed.
The old man, now on his feet, watched in disbelief as the fairy dusted his hands off, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement.
"You must be feeling pretty helpless right about now," the fairy said, turning his attention back to the old man. "Your prized minions... worthless."
The old man remained silent, his hands clenched tightly behind his back.
The angel struggled to stand, his wings trembling, while the demon coughed up blood, barely able to move.
They had given it their all, but it wasn't enough.
Satisfied that they wouldn't be able to interfere in the meantime, the fairy flew confidently toward the old man.
He placed his hand on it, his fingers running over the ancient, worn surface.
"Now," he said, his voice turning cold. "Give me the Arcana."
There was no response. The old man remained still and unmoving, as if mocking the fairy's demand.
His brow furrowed in irritation. He clenched his hand, and the stone cracked beneath his grip.
"I said..." His voice was a growl now, low and dangerous. "Give. Me. The. Arcana."
Nothing.
The fairy's patience snapped. With a furious shout, he slammed his fist into the old man, shattering him into pieces.
~BOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!~
Stone fragments flew everywhere, and the room echoed with the sound of destruction.
Dust settled around his feet as he looked down at the broken remains of the statue, his chest rising and falling with rage.
"Useless relic," he spat, before turning his gaze to the angel and demon. "Guess there's no point in keeping you two alive."
"Pathetic," He said as he watched them try to crawl away from him.
With a flick of his wrist, he sent their heads rolling away from their body amidst a steady stream of blood.