(I couldn't reply yesterday but I wanted to 😔)

Oh, how Quill loved seeing Ens reaction. The same kind of reaction he had when he was betrayed. What made Quill so fond of En in the first place, was how they always seem to have some twisted paralles. How nice that that feeling would still occur, despite Ens changes. It put a wide and satisfied grin on his face. How does it feel to be so hopelessly abandoned, En?
That smile, however, was quickly wiped off his face when En did, in fact, utilize Quills little 'motivation' into a powerful attack he wasn't prepared for. A direct hit that send the outlaw flying back for a few meters and hit the ground with a pained groan. He gathered himself up a little, just enough to see the scythe that has become of the assassins swords. Almost out of reflex, Quill threw a knife away from him, a string of dark magic attached to it, in order to pull himself away before En could to anything to him with that scythe.
Once by his knife, which got stuck in the bark of a tree, he got up and grabbed it's handle while chuckling to himself. That chuckle would eventually turn into a derranged laughter. "Amazing! That's what I was looking for!" He pulled his knife out of the tree and stared into nothingness once again.
"Are you watching, Allegro?
You might see me die by your brothers hands today!" He let out a laugh again before shooting another knife into a wall closeby. "Let's raise the difficulty a bit, shall we?"