Three-headed dragon or not, Caspar is about to give the pokémon an earful when he lands nearby instead of getting Adia to the roof, but then he catches sight of the smoke rolling down the stairs. Well, shit. Both avenues of escape are blocked off by fire. How the hell are they going to get out of here?

'Jeff' taunts him again, and Caspar glares down at him. The irony is that this machine-made-man is feeling the very opposite of arrogant. The sword quivers ever so slightly as his hands start to tremble, truly at a loss over what to do. What satisfaction would he get from killing the possessed man before him if he and Adia remained trapped?

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Adia sliding off Hydreigon's back and coaxing Persian to come over to her. She's close enough to touch, but he doesn't, worried that it will attract Nyarlahotep's attention. His girl is up to something -- she wants the sword, maybe? But why?

He recalls the way the gems glowed right before the flames appeared and suddenly he understands. He points his short sword at the other man's face and hisses, "Big talk from someone lying on the ground,"

Let this off-brand deity assume that Caspar is a foolhardy idiot. Anything to keep him distracted.