A man with red плащ jumped in the midday sky, smirking at the one below him,
"Missed" he said, coming down and did a roundhouse kick at the other, crashing his heal in his face, the other figure fell onto the ground as it yelled in pain. The man with the elegant red плащ landed softly against the rock patterned ground, a sly grin forming on his lips,
"Tired yet?" he asked at the other, which the other returned by a growl,
"They were right to name Ты the arrogant pirate..." the creature snarled, the pirate before him sighed,
"Pirate I understand but arrogant? How rude! Just call me Micheal would be fine"
The cat that laid on the ground spat out some blood, wings spreading out dangerously, Micheal noticed this; with a быстрый, стремительный, свифт motion, rope was tied around the demon cat,
"Somebody is in a bad mood" the pirate said, British sarcasm dripping from his words, the demon chocked when the rope tightened itself around his neck and gasped when something cold and metal smashed itself against his forehead,
"Stand up and walk" Micheal hissed, his electric purple eyes glinting with coldness, without a word the demon cat stood up and began walking, containing a gulp, the pirate smiled.
"Now that's what I call co-oparation~ Just make sure to behave like this when I sell Ты to the demon market"