It paid them no heed, blank eyes turned upwards. Ragnarok had just screamed at the sky again when Cu roared at it, the second cry drowned in the Esper's challenge. That heavy tail lashed again as Ragnarok's head half-jerked, half-tilted in the Esper's direction, and despite its humanoid frame, settled into a four-legged stance.

There was no recognition, for Pen or her captive demon. There was only animosity, growing and spinning endlessly off of itself in a confused mass, chasing a phantom purpose misplaced in time and space.

And that demon that roared a challege--that was a place for that animosity to go. Ragnarok lunged with surprising agility, swinging wide at Cu with a clawed hand and rage created to sunder earth.