Corey let her neck snap around, giving the Delinquent a false hope that he could actually physically hurt her. However, her head wound back up, her face cold and hard, the only warmth she felt being a new eruption of blood on her lip.
'Sure it isn't...' She muttered. 'Well then,' Corey sank down in her spot, crossing her legs and shifting around, 'might as well make myself comfortable.'
But she, of course, was not going to simply sit. She could feel it; from a great distance, powers of souls were being sucked into the shriveled one in front of her... Even the tiniest traces of her own. It was obvious what Nix was doing.
But trying to suck up the other holders' powers was not the wisest thing to do, the Spirit knew that. Darkness, trying to hold the abilities of pure light, trying to convert the hottest of fires, trying to freeze the fastest of waters... It could not end well. Soul Consumption was not even something Nix had mastered, Corey knew that... So trying to pull off something so similar, yet different from it... It could only end in bloodshed, and not the kind that The Delinquent was hoping for.
Corey was also at another advantage, being able to see into and track his soul. Being in plain sight for her, with nothing to hide with, put Nix at a great trip. Now, Corey could watch his weaknesses closely, watch them expand with the more power he took in. She chuckled.
'You Delinquent,' she muttered, smirking.