Silently.
Devimon bent down, gently pinched his fingers with its sharp claws, and pushed his hand back down.
Fernandi staggered violently and instinctively took two steps back.
But Devimon's shadow still loomed over him.
Fernandi's summoned Three-Star Magic Spirit—a red-skinned Flame Lion with a mane billowing like burning fire—whirled around upon noticing its master was threatened, baring a mouthful of fangs at Devimon.
After catching the sulfurous scent radiating from the Flame Lion, Devimon turned slightly. As the corners of its mouth curled upward, it raised its right arm, which suddenly swelled in size!
That arm, tipped with enormous claws, shot out like a serpent leaving its hole, instantly lengthening to seize the Flame Lion by the throat!
The Flame Lion's mane truly caught fire.
But powerful dark energy coiled around Devimon's arm, easily blocking those flames that did not even qualify as an Ultimate Move.
The Flame Lion tried to struggle, but Devimon tightened its claws and abruptly lifted it by the neck, leaving it dangling in midair.
Though outwardly imposing, the Flame Lion now looked like an old dog, able only to struggle desperately and paw at Devimon's arm with its front claws.
In that state, it could not exert any strength at all.
Nor could it unleash the area-of-effect Ultimate Move it had been preparing.
Devimon squeezed harder and snapped its neck.
Magic Spirits would not perish so easily, of course, but Devimon had already lost interest in it.
With a casual toss, it flung the Lion away and strode toward the fireball formed by the red imp.
The fireball seemed rooted to the ground, continuing to burn.
Devimon simply walked over and stomped on the fireball.
Then, just like that, the fireball went out.
Devimon lifted its foot and took a step back.
Where the flames