The doppelganger was poking at a growing fire. While a generally calm individual, Nĩu Lang was the sort of person who burned bright once angered, usually becoming careless and reckless in his ire. At the moment, he was past the point of frustration and having dipped into anger. He was attempting to be reasonable; however, the look-alike before him was clearly attempting to test what little patience he had by throwing oil on the fire, not realizing that he would likely become burned if he rid the celestial of what control he was exerting at the moment.
His expression became visibly tired. "Defending yourself against the drunk who deserves to die?" he said skeptically. He couldn't prove that the other male was lying about being attacked first. However, it was fairly obvious that he was lying about everything else. After all, everything he was saying was just a contradiction. "If you are going to lie to me, at least do some research first. This is almost sad." Seriously, going from telling him how he was doing a good deed by making sure there was one less drunk in the world to playing the innocent card by saying it was self-defense? Right.
His words managed to bring about a certain amount of quiet from the Asheton look-alike. As a result, he went unaware of the light creeping up his person in an attempt to keep him there. Unfortunately, there appeared to be no need for the doppelganger to run as his words were enough for Nĩu Lang to lose his concentration, light energy scattering away. In its place a fiery rage settled, rational thought almost nonexistent.
It wasn't the claim that he didn't know much about Asheton. Nĩu Lang knew he didn't know much about the other immortal outside of what he showed. In fact, it was far more likely that Asheton knew more about him than the other way around. After all, he had a bad tendency to over share. It was only the smaller things, the core parts of his person, that he had never spoken about, much as the younger immortal seemed to never speak about his past. He didn't care. Nĩu Lang was friends...acquaintances, perhaps was the better term, with many people who preferred to keep the past in the past. In fact, he probably could understand it best as a celestial.
If there was a part of Asheton that went unseen, he imagined he was not one to judge. It wasn't like everything Nĩu Lang portrayed was honest.
No, what angered him was the latter bit. It was clear the male was attempting to bait him; however, he had not been in a particularly logical place to begin with. There was little warning to his actions, only fire dancing along the tips of his fingers before he aimed to a gust of fire at the brunette.