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Faust wandered through the area, seeing the two people via their aura information, which basically let him know where they were based on the position of where he felt the sudden feeling of knowledge. He liked the feel of this power that the old man had given him. It suited him much more than anything Mephistopheles had ever had to offer, and he liked the "psy-push" that he had received from the old man as well, who wanted to "spice things up" for Faust, making him shudder at how many others may have received this gift of a small boost, weak as it was. He knew that strength more often than not came from thought, not muscle.
"Look, I already know you're there, do you mind just doing us both a favor and attacking me?" he said to the one with a more bloodthirsty feel, letting the other have time to escape. No use letting a weak one like her have to fight, he thought as he heard the ruffling of her wings signal her departure from the area. He swung Samael, his giant cleaver made with the bones of one of his deal-makers, a few times, and took a prepared stance.