Percy actually scoffed, something he immediately felt was uncharacteristic of him. Seemed a bit pretentious. Percy narrowed his eyes on the horizon, though he wasn't staring at anything - he was just criticising himself.
"Bea, please," Percy began, shifting his narrowed gaze to Obedience. As he did so, his expression softened, but it was still incredulous, "I am the last person that needs help with Maergath. The man never even grades my papers, he just marks everything at the highest possible achievement... how about,-" Percy's repeating coin suddenly paused on his middle finger, mid flip, and little spikes began to extend from a rapidly shrinking coin. Soon, it was a small prickly-looking ball reminiscent of an urchin, "-if my guy wins, I get to keep yours."
Percy looked down to the struggling duo, his face taking on an odd hunger. His eyes locked onto the wrinkly little rat man, his pupils constricting, the gold of his irises glinting against the torchlight. He became tight-lipped and wide-eyed, his jaw clenched. The infernal beating of that creature's heart, its soul... he could almost taste it.
"I could always use a soul like that..." He said in a low tone, eyes never leaving the imp. The Fiend, however, had heard him. It glanced in surprise, startled, toward Percy, for only a moment letting its guard down. Percy's tripod tried to take the advantage, stabbing a spindly leg at the rat, but Obedience's imp sidestepped the thrust, clenched onto the leg with its teeth - and again they were locked in mortal combat.
Percy's expression faded as he turned back to Obedience, saying in a much more conversational tone, "And my brother's hat is off limits. I won't take it from him, and I sure as hell won't let anyone else do it. He may be a bit of a shit sometimes, but he's my little shit. Speaking of,-" Percy pushed off the wall - looked again to the combatants - and the watery urchin began to spin, acting as if centrifugal force were pulling it apart, "-I need to pay that Chatterjee child a visit..." His spinning liquid torus halted abruptly, revealing that the rotating shape had barbs and spikes along the external surface. It then lost form, and floated back down into his flask.
"So," Percy resumed, glancing back to Obedience, "Pick another prize."