As Yamato fled, Remiel snarled when Naoya's hands clutched at one of his wings, magic pooling in his hands in preparation to, literally, blow Naoya's head off - at the last second, however, he vanished in a burst of energy.

He'd been dismissed.

Now that Yamato was out into wider ground, and had a clear escape route, he felt that leaving Remiel behind to be ripped apart was just foolishness. Best to keep him within his phone for now while he took it from here. So sorry, Naoya.

Although Yamato was beginning to seriously flag right now. He wasn't a long distance runner (especially in these boots), and as he ran from the horde of scorpions, he was beginning to get that sharp painful feeling one got in their lungs when they started to push themselves past their limit.

Ah, well, he only had to outrun these scorpions and go to recuperate someone secure for an hour or so. He can do that.