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Zhar smiles back.
"Looks like you could use some help." Says Hans from behind Alice.
"Ok." Zhar's skin returns to normal temperature.
"The advantage of being a demon: extreme heat resistance and conductivity."
Zhar gets up and makes a stack of blank pages. He superheats his skin, and touches the pages, causing them to burn within a second.
(Sorry, back)
(Heading to school. Brb)
Zandalor moves at an alarming speed, getting behind Artemis within a second.
A cool breeze blows from behind Zandalor, as he becomes clam. "Let the wind make thee light thy toes."
"Thank you, your Highness." Zandalor turns back to Artemis. "Let us see who really knows more." Zandalor shoves his staff into the ground, and...
Zhar's eyes widen. "Wow... I've got to say, even though black isn't a color, it is most definitely your color."
"Passion comes in many shapes and forms." Says Zhar.
"If that's the case, you should have no problem with dueling me." Zandalor looks over to the Queen. "Your Highness, I request to take part in a...
"At least I am not that idiot Jason..." Zhar says, looking annoyed at bringing him up."
"You said it was passion, so I demonstrated just that. Is that not what you want?"
Hans begins to wander the base.
Zhar snaps his fingers, and fire starts appearing on the wall. It forms a 3-dimensional heart, and begins moving, showing that it's beating...
Zhar puts his hand up. "So fire can make you fall in love with me?"
Zandalor remains. "What? Afraid of hitting an old man, or afraid of losing to one?"
Zhar sits in his seat, happily watching Arija's flame.