Lorenzo Remei
The fiery figure could barely respond to the mage's quick reaction, the curse shot through its head unceremoniously. And yet, something was off. Lorenzo, or whatever had just been hit, did not fall but instead fluttered around, as if he was a figure among many others, flickering like a flame. Magic and life had over saturated the entirety of the flames, even if she could detect him it would've been difficult.
Thus, trusting one's senses wouldn't have been a bad move, if the fire wasn't alive that is. It was nearly impossible to tell, but the Lorenzo that had been hit was nothing more than a fabrication that extinguished along with all the blazes. A skeleton lit on fire doesn't look very different from fire, especially when the entire surroundings are set ablaze.
Had he not removed his coat, the trick would've been figured out naturally, but as it stood now, Lorenzo was fire.
The flames submerging the ship flickered and vanished in an instant, leaving no trace of their existence. No fire, no heat, nothing safe a dangerously cold feeling trickling the side of Rin's neck, and a familiar voice whistling from behind. If she had observed and waited a while, she would have noticed the decoy and he wouldn't have been able to sneak up on her. That's why the flamboyance and ridiculous fire displays helped. There is stealth to be found in loudness.
The way she was standing, this must've seemed like a 45 inch steel dose of bad luck. But the truth was, the game was rigged from the start.
"Nice try, but sorry. I'm afraid the only battles I play fair are the ones under bed sheets." He said sarcastically, savoring his victory.
