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)