"At least until I've learned all your little tricks and outplay you myself. Don't think your head start will keep you in the lead forever," Alastor teased, clapping away the blade he'd had. Squeezing some of the blood out of the fabric, he let it make a proper mess, as well as leaving a few ominous bloody hand streaks along the wall as if he were struggling to stand. Perfect.

"But, yes, it's the finest yet. I'll allow you to fluff your feathers over it, as it's deserved."