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"I'd understand that the mere thought of winning every battle is a fool's errand. There's no such thing as a constant state of 'Victory', live and learn. Firefly has used her ingenuity in order to get me disarmed, and I'll have no choice as a fellow combatant than to face my fate."

Do not mind the fact that his face may be a tinge warmer now. More lively, a touch of scarlet dashing that face of his. It's clear that Caelus simply holds an avid awareness of the flame wielder's abilities. This certainly has nothing to do with him envisioning the sheer scale of well crafted force, how it would be impossible to find himself grasping freedom if he's ever sneezed.

Forget watermelons, those thighs of her's could crack goddamn asteroids if they felt like it.

In the end, it'd lead to the Trailblazer crossing his arms as a thought gaze is drawn to the sunset ahead of him. A racing heart, one that thrives and lives for the fight being prominent within as thoughts of such a spar danced within his mind. Right now, he believes that being humble would be the most knowledgeable move. It's good to not only understand his limits, but also that some potent techniques were carved to such a point where they couldn't be defeated.

"Focks.. you—" After a randomly violent jerk of his face. It was time.

"This is usually the part where I kick you dead through ten buildings. So, want that to happen?" Compliment or not. This man was talking about him looking good in a damn skirt! A non-existent scene in some shitty anime! Do you think this would truly be recognized!?