Target the weak to your advantage

"Nix!" Lank yelled in enthusiasm hoping to get across to his friend. 

Wha–!

"Not this time." Lank clicked his tongue the moment he was able to swiftly dodge Obsidian's attempt at hitting him.

The corner of Obsidian's lips raised at Lank's inexperience. "Does he look like someone who would like to wave at his friend at this time?" 

Lank looked down as he contemplated his actions, Obsidian was right. 

Nix was still basking in the other collector he had mercilessly dealt unfathomable damage on, there was no telling if he would transfer a bit of his unstable mind onto them.

Pushing Lank to the side, Obsidian cautioned him not to make a sound, allowing Nix passage to his target–these victims were nothing more than puppets of a greater evil that deserved all that Nix would do.

Sigh!

"We are finally back to where we started." Nix clicked his tongue, touching the flame barrier.