If Alastor had dismissed the copy of his blade, he'd have been in trouble. Fortunately for him, he wasn't so foolish as to expect other devils to fight with pride. Metal clashes against metal and Alastor flies backwards, gritting his teeth as the impact nearly knocks the weapon from his hand. This one hits hard, he'll have to remember that.

"Have a fan, do I? Well then, check this!"

The Devil Arm in his hand glows as he draws on the fragment of power left inside it, and a wave of wind and lightning expands from around the devil's body, briefly obscuring his form...