Alexander slashed his sword for Nicodemus's shoulder and a burst of white flames ensued.
"Aargh!"
A cry of pain quickly spat out of Nicodemus's mouth as the strange, transparent white flames burned his left shoulder and scalded his face.
He felt Alexander's sword which failed to scathe him before, slowly, and painfully bite deeper into his skin, and an intense burning sensation began to ravage him from inside.
Nicodemus grabbed Alexander's sword hand and kicked the boy in the guts to propel himself backwards — away from Alexander, and away from the flames.
'These Flames...'
The savage twisted smile on his unsettling face had been erased as the demon stumbled with part of its shoulders engulfed in flames.
Nicodemus groaned and the pages of the dark book fluttered rapidly.
—a small surge of darkness spewed out of its pages — and severed the part of his burning shoulder to the ground.
