[Vorpal Cutter!]
Instead of answering Piercer's question, Lythero simply slashed through one of his needle covered wings with his [Astra].
Piercer didn't bother to coat his wings in any protective layers of [Chaos] or aether, because he could only sense the aether coming off of Lythero's person.
Based on his past experiences, the aether of rebellious slaves would simply roll off of his body like rain against a stone. As such, he assumed the same would happen here.
[AAAH!]
Instead, Piercer found himself screaming in pain as Lythero's blades slashed through his flesh and left horrible burning wounds on his right wing.
[You little punk! Step off!]
Enraged by the wound, Piercer pumped his wing full of [Chaos] before flapping it in an attempt to send Lythero flying...alongside several choice needles and feathers with the aim of pinning the bastard down long enough so that he could shove a talon into his brain.
Unfortunately, he ended up hitting nothing but air and mist.
