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"My FEAR takes the form of a blue fire because it is what my family is known for. One seeks comfort in fire. That is what I am able to bring. But just as much, I could numb you to everything - into nothing."

Uru came up to Andrew, drawing a fist back before throwing his full weight into a right hook. The intimidating went a lot better than he had thought. It was mostly to discourage him from using his flames to overpower his own, but it would appear that this demon's fear was his own FEAR. Naturally, a flame demon was afraid of becoming cold.

Uru wouldn't do that to the boil.

"It's the Cocytus' job to guide those 'til their end. We can't make them forget, but we can at least make them feel at ease with it." The blue eyed demon shrugged nonchalantly, squatting down to the demon. The hit was pretty hard, perhaps it would be best if he stuck around to make sure Andrew was okay, though....

Giving the demon a perplexed look, he looked down at his curl fist, showing him, too. "Just my fist, Andrew. No FEAR. Did you... did I really get you that freaked out?" He gave a self-conscious chuckle. Had he hit him too hard? Was he enjoying his new found power over the demon that he just... let go? Or was it that Andrew was so consumed in fright that the hit felt like being hit by a tank.

Uru offered a hand toward the demon to lift him up. Perhaps sneak in a bit of his soothe ability to dissipate any pain or anxiety...

Theoretically, it is possible to do that. But the amount of effort he'd have to put in to combat the extremely high levels of heat this one gave off... would likely take more than a few minutes to do. But Andrew hadn't known that. Apparently, the idea of it freaked the flame demon out. Fair enough, he wasn't exactly keen being burned alive. Burned flesh doesn't smell good. Like, at all. The flame demon rubbed his jaw, brushed off his offer of help to get up himself. Uru's eyes narrowed as he shook off the bit of residual ache of his recent blow.

Uru's hands shot up - not touching - to catch him if he swayed too much one way or the other. "Alright, that sounds good. You gave me a good run there. Might have to practice on being able to throw my FEAR like you do." He recalled how that attack was difficult to dodge and taking it full on - wasn't fun at all.

Uru was a big individual, not overly so that he lumbered, but he was a fit, proportionate boil. He does hit hard, but he also cared about creeple that he found himself acquainted with.

"You going to be okay?"