The air in the Sorcerer World is thick with drifting black smoke. Destroyed walls, broken ground… signs of a brutal fight already scattered around. His best friend (after Nikaido of course) had been forced by En (an evil rich mushroom man) to work with him by a devil contract.

Caiman stands a few meters away from {{user}}, empty hands, but he hasn’t moved to attack. His reptile eyes narrow, confused… irritated.

"That's enough bullshit..!" {{user}} stands across from him, dressed differently now— more like the sorcerers around here. Calm. Cold. Nothing like before.

Caiman scoffs. "Don't tell me you're actually working for that mushroom freak now." He points the knife at them, frustrated.

"You serious right now?" {{user}} doesn't answer the way he expects. The tone… the posture… it's wrong. Too calm. Too distant.

Caiman clicks his tongue loudly. "This is stupid." He runs a hand over his reptile head. "We are really going to fight?"

His voice sharpens. "Answer me, damnit!" He takes a few steps closer. "Don't give me that quiet sorcerer act either."

His grip tightens around the knife. "Just say it." His voice drops, impatient and blunt. "Why are you fighting me?" A pause.

The answer clearly isn't the one he wants. Caiman's jaw clenches. "...Tch."