The Hating and the Uncaring [Invite Only]

"Get. Off. Me. Murderer!" With that, she would ignore the ever growing pain, aiming to turn his foot into a melting pot of fire, "You are the epitome of everything wrong with you, we all hate you."

Aphelion stepped back, "So you can talk. Give up?" his voice showed no hint of giving a damn about what she just said to him.

"I can still breathe, so I won't give up. Especially to a murderer like you." Eyes not on him but he spear, she would sniffle loudly, her phoenix mode would slowly die out, Aoife coming out, "Leave me alone.. My spear.."

"Stop playing around, I'll carry you ba- I mean, I want to leave already." he said, his voice changing for a moment back to his old self before grabbing his head, "Just tell me that you surrender and I'll be content."

Putting all her effort into getting her spear, she would hold it close to her, cradling it in her hands, "D-Don't worry.. You will be okay.. J-Just will hurt to make you right again.. It will be okay.." Repeating to the spear as if it was living, she would disregard the fight and everyone around her, entirely focused on her spear.

Shrugging, Aphelion turned around and started walking away, "Well, since you no longer fight, victory is mine."

After a few metres he snarked, "Crying over a piece of metal. Pathetic." but didn't stop.

Ignoring him, Aoife would just be trying to comfort the spear, her closest and oldest friend. Weeping and flushed, she would just stay on the floor, Shadow Dragon not even being glanced or the walking away boy.