[Hector watches, silent, as the two forged devils meet. Isaac's sculpture moves gracefully, gentling, and it's clear that it is not meant to fight. To kill, maybe, if its touch carries poison, but not to partake in the violence Isaac usually breeds into his creatures.

Hector wonders, unsettled, what this creature is made for.

His corpseweed spreads its leaves, forming a serrated barrier between itself and its foe. The plant has more offensive capabilities than just that- needles it can shoot, vines it can thrash, a puff of poisoned pollen, though Hector thinks he will never command the devil to use that, after that fateful night.

He focuses purely on defense in this match, though. He doesn't want to strike out at the innocent devil with the angel's face. He doesn't want to know if it bleeds.]

We are at an impasse, then.

[With a silent command, the corpseweed closes its leaves and begins to dig its roots into the soil. Soon enough, it has reverted to its bud form.]

There's wine and venison stew in the kitchens. You can warm yourself up before you return to your tower. If you want to do another test later on, you can use any of my other devils.