FWOOOSH!!!
Within an instant, the massive beast of liquid quickly evaporated back into salt and vapor, the creatures within it eroding into specks, quickly converting them to the white mineral once more. All of Zazel's energy was completely wasted with one Final Gambit, and the Hunter's laughter more than enough seals on how overwhelmed he's made himself against such a technique. "DID YOU SERIOUSLY THOUGHT I WAS AFRAID OF YOUR LITTLE TIDAL WAVE!? I MERELY NEED TO TOUCH SUCH WATERS IN ORDER TO GET BACK WHAT I LOST! Sure, I may have lost my cape, but compared to THIS!? You've literally granted me a vault's worth of salt here! GYAHAHAH- Gah!" Amidst his mockery, Arthur would struggle to keep himself standing properly, drawing deep breaths as his muscles began to spasm, his fingers twitching, nearly sweating a river down from his arms. Zazel was able to notice the struggle, assuming with such a large mass, it must've made a strain out of his body.
"I take it that it hurts?" Zazel asked, a mischievous grin on his face. Even if he was countered entirely, it at least puts a smile on him when he sees another weakness besides traditional salt problems, watching Arthur try to slam his arms at the floor to strengthen it.
"Like hell....but such injuries are merely an inconvenience." Arthur retorted, strengthening himself as he'd try to control the mass salt, letting it form into a solid body, a shape of a knight with blades extending on both of his hands. "At the very least... Such pain will be worth it once I break you in two and toss the pieces back to the hole you crawled out of."
Zazel can't help but smile as he heard such words, sigils of Focalor and Crocell made to sweep across the land, speaking mid-flood, trying to keep his attention. "Same goes for you. Now that I know you don't intend on stopping, I shouldn't have to worry about getting caught breaking any laws. Self Defense, after all..." He'd speak with such pride, watching as the Hunter would laugh, making the knight slam down and break the floor in such a way where the water would pour down like a waterfall to the hole, as well as tossing such axes horizontally, trying to catch the child during his casting. Zazel would be forced to both jump and let Crocell fight back, bending the water upwards and act as a sprinkler to wear down the construct, seeing holes being made as the water made contact.
"Ohoho~! You're actually getting serious! Good! Makes what I'm saying next all the more worth it!"
"Worth it?"
"You think I'm the only bounty hunter who wants to avenge Jackal's body? The man who provided me such funds was sending such a signal to EVERYONE abroad! He was the man's main gold provider, after all, and killing him off meant you cut his funds and caused a harsh shift in his production. Let me show what being offered 3.5 Million in Gold looks like." Arthur would let the Construct be split apart, spraying the Salt everywhere, having it quickly close in and wrap around Zazel in mid-air, acting as binds to coat his entire body, head to toe. Such a bind felt painful once applied, his anatomy smoking alive, the bandages leaking steam, screams of the damned as the salt invaded his skin and cooked him through such wrappings. It forced Zazel to rip out each and every part of his own skin, diving down to the waters to remove it all, yet it wasn't enough. Arthur was two steps ahead, quickly running across the area and having his hands planted within the water, feeling its pressure increasing and having his wrists start to squeeze and be torn. "Salt Magic: Evaporation..." He'd utter, watching the makeshift stream quickly dissolve straight back into salt, attempting to end the child within such waters. Zazel would act fast, casting Shax to disable the man's senses, as well as another sigil hidden away from the illusion.
Once the illusion would wear off, Arthur would see nothing left but a pure white stream of salt, with an imprint of Zazel's face left intact.
Arthur would smile to himself, then laugh, then laugh, then laugh some more. "WELL!? WHAT ABOUT THAT SELF DEFENSE, BRAT!?! WHERE IS THAT PRIDE, YOU HEARTLESS HEATHEN!? WHERE IS THAT SPIRIT!? IS IT ALL GONE SO SOON!?!? SPEAK UP, DEMON!! I WANT TO HEAR IT!!!" He'd scream, cackling like a witch, staring at the misshapen face and mocking it, sticking his tongue out as he'd laugh up every ounce of his hatred. As he mocked such a corpse, he'd stop himself, his composure coming back, looking back at the face, seeing the indent at a top. A Bull's horns. "Hold on..." He'd say to himself, approaching it, his salt staying firm to ensure no contamination of the scene is present, making it act like concrete to stay closed. "...Was his horns like this?" He'd try to recall exactly the boy's features: A Black leather jacket, simple pants, red eyes, three sets of horns, sharp teeth.
That's when it hit him. The horns. This was not the design it had.
BANG!!!
A straight shot against his stomach, flinging the hunter back, blood spouting like mad, having the salt recall and heal his wound, watching in such ire as to how the boy survived. He was sure that the boy wasn't able to escape from the water. From the research he's done, none of the sigils he owned would've helped with his situation either. Out from such mounds, however, his answers were revealed. His body was etched onto the salt itself, lines upon lines that made up his anatomy, a living glyph that scaled onto the walls of the Chapel's halls, lines of matte black and crimson red, the demon's eyes staring down at Arthur directly. His body not only was the glyph itself, but said glyph donned a set of armor. Armor that, upon a closer inspection, looked like the Nazca lines for the Giant itself.
He turned himself in and tried to tank as much holy damage as possible, just so he can get a clean hit on the Hunter.
Even as lines, Arthur can see Zazel was badly damaged, seeing its glow start to dim, growing more and more faint as it stood. "Armor Magic....Where did you learn this...?" He'd question, trying to understand at what point he was allowed to utilize a separate style.
"From a Book." Zazel replied weakly, smirking across the thin etches.
"Don't play with me, Servant of Satan..."
"Seriously. That's how I learned it!" Zazel can't help but smile wider, finally seeing the cracks against the Hunter's ego.