Phi: It seems that you have come again, Akaba. I can smell your fear.
Aiga: (smells himself) Nah, that's the smell of blood.
Phi: Hehe. Wait, wha-
Achilles who's possessing Aiga: 😈😈🔪🔪
Phi: Ph-Phoenix, some help, p-p-please?
Phoenix: No.
Phi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- (le dead)
