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the skeletal creature fell to his knees at the impact, unfortunately for Johnavon, he was the decoy. The hellcat pounced one the spellcaster with his whole body, raking and clawing at the frail creature.

"Cymarron sees this one does not bleed."

now two more chains. Cymarron's speed was certainly being put to the test, the pattern varying quickly. he was getting fed up with these chains already, and his temper was beginging to flare. he slashed with his claws at the creature, then in annoyance, grabbd teh bladed chains, not even caring when those blades bit, and lurched, using the chains to his advantage, and hopefully flinging the creature over his head and down face first into the floor, keeping a tight grip on them, wincing only slightly at the flow of blood along the metal. The Beast pounded at the cage in his head, whispering words to his mind, wanting to be set loose. it was much harder to resist with lack of sleep.

Seeing his fellow guard slaughtered and this sinister man before him he backed up slowly, then took defense in the middle of the gate before the town. For ones who were not attacked much and only used to friends being allowed to enter for only they knew its location...he truly didn't know what he was up again. "Fiend."


She was starting to die of boredom. In her head she was holding idle conversation with Eclipse. It was the only thing really of interest. At least, with coming to Kian she was promised a quick job. And one done right. No way was Aura going to let someone less skill than Kian to lay their hands on and ruin the blade.

Most said the man was possessed by some means when he worked, the accuracy and skill and perfection and everything he worked at with such speed just couldn't be normal human talent. But he was good at his job, already down to fine detailing the blade. "So who's is she? You're little Cara?"

Aura looked up to Kian, brushing a few strands of unnaturally light hair from her falsely colored eyes. "That's for me to know." She gave him a smug look, avoiding specifics that wouldn't be understood.

Before Nelfien as he walked was a rather quiet place. Little to no people were currently about. Those who did see him disregarded him...he had gotten past the guards after all. So it was okay to let him wander. Faint sounds could be heard though. Raised voices from time to time, crackling fires, various animals and the like, the hammering of steel would start and stop from time to time, laughter of a child, bark of a dog.

She was by his side now, watching with utmost supervision as he was etching the new phoenix in accordance with the old. It had to be perfect as she intended it to be. Aura had very little correcting to do. Kian was the best and as the best he didn't need much.

Eclipse still in his guise of normal puppy stepped from the home, Ecara in tow who still had hold of his leash. Once outside, he took to chasing her around, her him then. A sort of game of tag to amuse themselves with. He gave a bark and pinned the girl down, licking at her face, only making her giggle again.

"Typical..." Johnavon let go of his magical illusion temporarily and revealed his true position even allowing the stinger to strike his left arm that he held up as a shield, though it did little than scratch his unaturally tough skin, while his right arm wove in another motion. "Of all things, you should know that those with demon's strength in them arent harmed by your toxin. Poor little Baatezu, you came here without knowing your enemy." A powerful blast of lightning thrust from his right hand and ran right through the Osyluth and bounding down to the end of the hall where it left only a bit of a scortch on the wall.

Nelfien stood dumbstruck, the villager ignored him as though he was a common sight... He looked about the town and watched the everyday life in the simple village, he looked down at his hands a saw the blood, the blood of the innocent guards. Nelfien fell to his knees, shooked and amazed... Then he woke up from that dream, he rose to his full height, and heard the dying screams, the screams of everyone he loved. His hatred for the humans multiplied in this insanity, he felt that he should whip himself for his moment of weakness, and looked for the first to be slaughtered. He was so full of rage that his senses were having dificulty locking onto any target... But then a little girl and her dog appeared, playing glee fully... The elf waited for the next person to walk by, and kindly cut him in half through the waiste.

The Kyton watched in horror as the brute attacked and clawed his body. The force of the blows should have cut into him, but he had no flesh to cut into... just this frail body... His most of his chains wraped about the cat's body, and tried to push him away, as three of his chain latched onto different parts of the hall. The spiritual enegery came, and devil felt it flow into his body, foolish cat, spiritual energy is holy. He accepted the blows, and then pulled himself away from the frensied fighter. He managed to esacape the cat for now, and his wounds were too nomerous to continue this fight at the moment, the kyton released the cat, and fled from the cat, slimbing onto the ceiling to get away from the creature he hoped could not fly.

The bezekira felt the kiss of Bastet's sword, and turned to face the attacker that was no longer their... If only that stupid Asrael could have done his job... This might have gone better... The hellcat rose up to his feet, seemingly uneffected by the wounds, how stupid of the cat to give up his one advantage over her sight... how... The bezekira clawed the fridge and knocked it over, then jumped to the stove, and tore it from the groud with his mighty jaws, and through it at Bastet. He moved on throwing all sorts of strange kitchen things at her, until the room was completely destroyed. The Hellcat just had to keep her inside the manor, maybe a little game of cat, and mouse, where he the cat would play the mouse. Perhaps one of the other fiends would join in, turn the game on the cat woman... The lion leaped at Bastet, attempting to plant his claws with his full body weight upon her...

Blood entered his senses and he stopped his torturing of Ecara to look up. A man, with a cut in half person stood in the middle of the dirt road. Gripping Ecara's cloak, he yanked her up and the stood in front of her. The hair on his back stood as he snarled and bared his fangs, giving a warning bark to this man.

"S-a-r-a-d-i-n. Saradin." She spelled the name out for him and then watched as it was elegantly inscribed over the phoenix so that the bird served as the names backdrop.