Zazel coughed up blood as he'd try to rise up, feeling where it came from. Sounds from afar signaling Brunono's rapid approach. The Demon picked himself up, sets up a sigil, and attempts to throw a punch, being caught by the strings as the Debt Collector aims for a headbutt straight into the child's chest. As he made contact, he could see the sigil acting up, panic quickly made as he'd try to push himself off to avoid whatever spell comes out. In reality, it was worse. A creature's maw biting into his hand, tearing it, before snaking around and trying to break his arms in such a tight squeeze, watching as the White Hand began to lose a few of its strings, forcing it to control and swat away the new demon.
Such a snake held cube-like parts across its body, as the Demon prepared Focalor's, summoning it, expending more resources than he'd usually would want in order to handle against the opponent. "Andromalius. Never thought I'd find a use for him, but I guess I should be lucky." He'd state, as he'd check through the Ars Goetia, making Leon grow confused. It wasn't until he looked at the boxes and see one of his magic styles was taken away, stored within it, all under lock and key. Any attempts to cast his magic would result in strain by the hands, a scowl made on Brunono's face. "Mmmm... Says here I could actually use it as well, but at the cost of giving it back to you. Quite frankly, I don't think I'd want to deal wi-" Zazel's words cut short as he'd see the wound he inflicted.
It bled way more than what he'd assume. It was splattering out like a sloppy sauce, the flesh looking more hollow than what a proper human's would be. Brunono would growl as he'd decide to drop his charade, tearing the flesh off, showing Zazel such an assumption was correct. It was like paper, the appendage tossed aside, as his real arm was shown: Long, thin, with a tailored suit originally behind it, now torn apart because of the Demon's tear. "Hurts, doesn't it? Just by looking at it, you really don't like how it turned out..." A snide remark, as if his slender arm hasn't been mangled before his eyes. A quick slip across the Puppet's strings would allow him to stitch his wounds together, before walking up to Zazel, his arm dragged across the ground.
"You're... You're not human...?" The demon asked, as Andromalius would step in by the summoner's side, keeping an eye on Brunono's movements.
Leon merely converted the armor over to the new appendage, letting it be protected by the metal, trading such defenses into a blade, a rapier, a sword that will ensure his magic's return. "No, I definitely am. I just didn't bother to return it." He'd retort, lunging forward with such grace, nearly skewering out the Demon's eye. Focalor would swoop in and try to blast down Leon with a beam of water, but it would merely part before the blade he wielded, walking up to the Goetia without a care, before bringing down his blade and slicing the beast's head in half. Zazel would try to cast Focalor through the Goetia's body, letting the head part and act like a spray, using the blood to go everywhere, hoping to blind the Debt Collector as he'd have Andromalius take a bite off of the weapon. Even with such control, however, the Debt Collector merely stabbed into the ground and lunged upwards, buying him just enough time to wipe the blood away, and come down in order to impale the Devil through his head. Another Sigil to block the strike, watching the rough stabs try to damage the markings, but Zazel would simply push Brunono off, marking his weapon with Andrealphus, taking the point and flattening it, deeming the blade useless while also trying to shrink his arm back to what it was before.
As soon as he got close, Andromalius would take the attempt again, a wicked smile as he'd allow his puppet to act, blades that extended out like pincers to catch the creature by its throat, jamming his hand down in order to extract his magic style out and take back what he lost, before decapitating the demon with such claws. Once he got it back, he simply lets the blade break apart and return back to his armor, now contorted and warped, whilst letting his proper arm unravel to its length again. "Well, you were close. I'll give you that one at least." A taunt as the Debt Collector lets his strings strum high, letting him be picked up again, the white hand forming. "So how many are we talking here? I counted like... what, 7? 8 Maybe? Think the anger must've made my head go fuzzy in knowing-"
FWOOSH!!!
His words were interrupted by a massive flame, with Asmodeus and his Dragon brought to his side again, two pillars taking aim and cornering Brunono, as the Demon charged ahead, Sabnock set, a sword to catch the flames and cascade it down against his body, a clean swipe across his shoulder and upper body, cooking the man from the inside. Such an attack wasn't just meant to damage him, but to try and pry out whatever was underneath his hollowed shell. The Collector bounced away, letting him open the hole further, showing slight damage against whatever was underneath.
Thin, just like his arm. His chest malnourished, as if he hasn't ate anything in ages. A visible heart was seen beating outside his attire, a suit of green and red, now blackened by ash and heat. Once the flames were put out, Brunono would use his strings to sew back the hole, steam let out from the wounds. "Alright. Noted. You don't like to keep track either."
"Are you sure you're human??" Was all Zazel could ask.
"Are you going to be one of those idiots that keeps asking the obvious?"
"...Forget I asked, then." Zazel would make another sigil, Stolas, in efforts to help with the new hand made up high.