Ignis

To that end, I let go of Ayame's hand, and on my mental command, my Soul Reaper blinked out of my storage ring and flew right into my hand. I pointed it at the woman in particular, ignoring the doggy. 

"The Consortium is about to face a grave challenge that could see our future as a collective ruined, yet you feel the need to bark at me for no apparent reason. You shouldn't take your frustrations stemming from your inability to rank up out on others; it's what they call fatherless behavior. Grow up, woman. If you can't do that much, then cease your antics and just come at me like a proper combatant. Let's duel. I'm ready."

The five of them were baffled at the sight of my saber when I pulled it out without using my hands. Its ethereal, ghostly blue flames and ominous air didn't help make my weapon appear less otherworldly either.