Having a Gaff

    "My sleeves are home to wonders!"

    Zaff smiled, amused by the little shows of strength, the long dramatic soliloquys. It wasn't often that someone enjoyed -- which is to say, survived -- either! Being told to keep going, even asked to, felt strange... a delightful and novel way of worship, is how the demon understood it. More delectable than a weakling's pleading.

    At being asked to toss something 'light', the goat raised an eyebrow.

    "Aren't you worried about your house?" she gestured at the toy-like abomination, suddenly looming large in her aesthetic considerations of the world. Never, ever, had she seen a more wicked structure. "My control is not so fine as to focus on you entirely... I wouldn't want to ruin it."

    "Oh, I know! Shimmy there." she pointed away from the house, at some ruins "Better, thereabouts!" the direction shifted along a draft of ash, over husks of what might have been people, lest the sudden wind carry Zaff's dark energies and haunt the house. But, what if she haunted the bodies? "Wait, allow me-" Zaffran turned her back to the house, a distance further away from it, at an angle that avoided even the dried-up husks. Jinx needn't even have taken a step.

    "Ready?" she raised her hand, at last, keeping it at shoulder-level. Her fingers, frighteningly human-like if one ignored the claws and fur, lit up with dark energy. "Are you really ready? Because, if you start crying, I might start crying, and the ash will crust and it'll itch a lot!" after another moment of hesitation, Zaffran reluctantly flicked a ball of bad ki. The ball flew for an instant, before exploding into caltrops, launched at the majin without much care for where they aimed.

    Zaffran looked on, bereft of emotion, the mere concept beneath consideration. Then, she brought her hands up, looking as though she might be about to unleash a new, stronger variant of her attack... but, she just clapped. The goat looked confused, mostly, as shown by the lop-sided swooping of her eye-markings, conjuring anything to say.

    "Your rendition is flawless, but your enthusiasm is what's truly special to me!" she made a quick heart with her hands.

    It wasn't like striking ki was some rare flash of tactical genius! It just suited Zaffran best. To see it replicated, well, it impressed her as much as a simple chasse would have impressed a ballroom veteran... Which, Zaff being one, got her to wonder if the majin could likewise copy those moves that had taken her (mortal) lifetimes to master! At last, she thought, a dance partner that'd surpass Erebos!

    "Pray, do tell, do tell, pray-- how is it that you can replicate so well, what you hast seen but once? Can it be taught, or is it a gift? If the former, how? And would you teach it to me? If the latter, well, what small gratification it brings me, that skill issued it is not!" she cracked her fingers, one at a time, each an octave higher than the last, her face contorted by deep thinking "I find my weapons scarcely honed, against an enemy that'll strike me in a single blow. If I vary my arsenal, his will break to mine, no?"