And the ice breath was finally ready to be shot! Only to be thrown off by incoming fire from Fortunata. Finir shut his maw tight as he leaped out of the way of two streaks of flame and throwing an ice barrier at another to phase it out. He glared her way, knowing full well she'd remember him as one of the more 'lively' and threatening opponents.
Confound you, woman! I will do the same to your other arm when I have the chance!
"STRIKE HIM DOWN IN THE POINTS OF THE BODY WHERE MANA FLOWS!"
Because where mana gathers on anything's body is always a tender point... Finir looked up to Beelzebub. ...Of course, as far as he's concerned, getting eaten is all of our wea--Oh, screw him for now...!
Out of pure resentment and scorn, the azure dragon thrust a palm toward Fortunata as a scalding jet of water magic was shot her way from it, all the while keeping his mouth shut to contain his cannon of a shot for the right moment to hit Beelzebub's mid-section.
Heading toward Fortunata, he was more ambitious than ever to tear her apart, freeze her, shatter her bones, drown her...whatever form of suffering from water magic came to mind, Finir wanted to do to her. She shouldn't be alive. The azure dragon will make sure she and that bloated Pacman frog were dead.
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.