The sudden surge of power already surprised the Lost beast in the visage of Kirk's gravest sin, though the Bat-like lost sunk its claws into the wooden beams beneath it, the muscles on its legs tensing up as it watched for the moment his sword moved. This was the very reason why Salem made it this way, a cursed abomination of Salem's personal design that preyed on the greatest failure of the one facing it.
The distanced slash tore down the very building the Lost stood upon, several others behind it were torn down by wind and fire that sliced stone clean in two and roasted the wooden supports. Though there was no corpse to be seen in the debris that clattered noisily to the ground around him.
"Do you hate me that much~?"
A storm of Air Bullets buffets his body from behind, not strong enough to kill but certainly enough to tear the skin and armour he wore that would be warped by the sheer increase in his fake Aura transformation and the fires he let roar from his body. The haunted voice of his wife taunting him as the Beast saunters on the roof of a building behind him. It was toying with him, it wanted to feast on his despair and rage more, his attack was simply filled with such venomous passion that it couldn't help itself.
"It won't be as easy as the first time you devoured me my love~ Try harder in killing me!"
