Oh, what fun! Lucifer is already quite aware just how nimble Alastor could be, but the Radio Demon is nothing if not a complete showoff and a ham. Dodge this way, that-a-way, duck under a swing and retaliate in kind with a side-swipe. Lucifer may have had centuries of practice ahead of Alastor, but he wasn't going to let this old charmer rest on wilted laurels.

As they shimmied and dueled, Al went ahead and took moments to add little extra touches to the maze, a few more fun traps, and...!

"HAH!" Alastor finally missed a step, getting the sharp end of the blade stabbed into him and splattering oh so perfectly on the floor. "Well! I suppose you had to catch me eventually," he chuckled, completely nonplussed. It was painful, sure, but this paled compared to so many other pains. And knowing that this was just a regular blade, and that his wound would seal up in minutes, he really didn't see a need to fuss. "Very well! What do you want for your prize, Sha?"