"I do not fight exclusivly with weapons!"

As he herd these words, flashbacks from the war came back to mind. Andres recalled a time when countless skeletal fiends attacked the main outpost of the Romainian Military. Both Andres and Zetsu were stationed here. It was where they met... As the army amassed and the fighting was too much, Zetsu had released an un-fathomable amount of mana and burned them all to a crisp. Andres haddn't counted, but it could easily be said that 200 fried corpses littered the battlefield that day...

Andres clicked the button on the handle of his whip, it realeased Zetsu in an instant and quickly retracted back into the handle, but it was not quick enough, as the flame Zetsu had started with his mana had followed the whip back on to Andres' arm. Andres let out a frightend yell. He had hated fire, it was one of his greatest fears... Andres quickly tore off the sleave of his jacket and let it fall to the ground and burn. He remembered that battle from long ago...

"Is he....holding back? Surely if he were tainted by a demon he would not... Then why do I feel this, is it something else?"

Andres looked confused for a moment, he was uncirtain of his feelings, he sensed something but it may have not been coming from Zetsu. "Whatever, all that matters is that he's here and fighting me, I must stay focused." After rationalizing that in his head, Andres threw his Holy Water to the ground in from of him, blue fire had started closing in on Zetsu once again, but this time after throwing the vial, Andres leaped into the air behind Zetsu. He held his whip handle and threw the whip forward while screaming "Flame Strike!", Fire encompased all the chain links of his whip and it shot straight forward, like an arrow of fire, raging with all the strength of a mighty dragon's breath.

"E nomine patrice..." Andres muttered under his breath.