[ not as fast a human? this sounds bleak to him — he tucks his glasses into a coat pocket, rubs his eyes. ]

It seems I'll have to trust you capable of that, then.

[ there's a pause, and he begins to levitate, preparing to meet the devil at its level. the man floats towards the corner of the hedge. before he turns it, a warning, as faquarl knows very well that battles, especially should this turn into multiple foes, have the potential to be messy, no matter how precise his control over magic — ]

Put as much distance as you can between us. And be leery of fire, please.

[ and so, he turns the hedge. the devil screams at the sight of him, and rushes to engage with talons that scrape against his cleaver. ]