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Strafing to the side Eclipse grabbed the blade in his jaws as it came down, holding the metal hostage. A feral growl escaped his throat as he angeled azure eyes up at Nelfien. "I serve no one, and I am no animal." His tail swished aggressively behind him.

Ecara tilted her head in questioning manner then crouched down the slightest bit...and growled. A growl that mimicked that of an angry wolf. She wasn't happy at all that someone had taken a swing at her father. "Mean."

The Beast howled in rage and anger, being denied a fleshy thing to stomp into a puddle of blood and guts. it needed a kill, a fleshy kill, one that would squish and bleed when he ripped it and tore it apart. he stormed down the hall, claws gouging into teh walls leaving marks in his anger, looking for something to kill...before letting out a thunderous violent roar, one that echoed loudly through the entire Manor. The Beast cometh, let the blood flow like rivers, and the sweet sound of screams be heard.

The osyluth desintegrated under the blast. The fallen could no longer resist this foe, this one with demon strength. The fallen orbed a few feet away from the mageling, and smiled. The fallen was a human-like creature, with dark balck pits where his eyes should be, and two small horns on his brow. "Hello, mighty wizard. Might I ask as to who you are and why you are here?"

Nelfien's sword angered at the fact that a pitiful dog cought him, and he scowled at Nelfien. The sword felt the shadow energies that was the wolf, and almost keeled over laughing. Foolish mut It thought into the wolf's head, You shouldn't put things in your mouth that have SHADOW BLOOD! The sword released a burst of its dark energies into Eclispe, fueling the creature with those energies. Not hurting him in the least. Nelfien scowled at the sword. "You are mine!" He pulled the sword away from the wolf's maw before the shadow energy could all be transfered. "Bad Durandal, you are the slayer of humans in this form, no need to poses the dog." You are an idiot, Nelfien. It thought to his owner. The Nelphean noted the little human girl who called him mean, "You will find out how mean I can get, little HUMAN!" The sword was thrust at Eclipse with a short burst, then switched the blade so he also slashed with movement, followed by a turning slash, followed by an over hand thrust, all aimed at Eclipse's head.

The kick on his nose further enraged him, and he tore after the imp, evrytime he got even close to within range those now longer, deadly claws would swipe at it, snarling and snapping, saliva being flung from his mouth. his snarls and growls echoed, as he came rushing at this imp, wanting to rip it apart...the more enraged it got, the less it distinguished between friends and foes, sinking further into primal beastial rage.

Vik spun around to face the speaker. The first thing he saw were his horns. Vik backed up a few steps, unsure of this man was human or not. "What are you doing?" Vik shouted at him, "Why are you starting petty conversations when there's obvious chaos around us." Another crash was heard in the kitchen. "Like that! Don't you realize that lives are in danger?"

The imp lead Cymarron all the way to Vik, who suddenly grew the appearace of chains dancing from his back... Mephetos laughed and disappeared, not to reappear near the coming Cymarron.

The fallen looked at the beam, and said "You need a body to be disintegrated." The fallen tilted his head, and read the words in his mind carefully, the grabed the ray, and pulled it away from Johnovan's finger. "I was here to fight a watcher, but you will have to do." The creature seeming moved, as Johnavon felt a pysonic force attack his brain. The psyblast should only tire the mage, drawing this fight out longer. "I don't think you have the knowledge to fight me, little lost soul." A second blast was released, followed by three more. The fallen was bored of these petty mortals with their petty needs... Revenge, life, death, none of these things mattered really. What did matter, was fun. "Do tell me you have other spells available to you?" He simply ignored Vik, who had the misfortune of being on the other side of a wall of force.

After the body and head disappeared, Bastet collapsed on the spot and healed. The magic was a drain on her body, but it was necessary, there was not telling what might be coming next. She sheathed her sword and picked up her discarded weapons, holding them defensively as she walked out into the main room leaving the ruined kitchen, who else could be here? With a breathe she managed, "Nelphean," then walked across the main room, heading intently for the front door, she grabbed the handle.

He heard someone coming down the hall. "Oh. Hey, Cymarron." Vik said to the cat-person, "What's going on?" He then realized the condition Cymarron was in. "Hey, what are you doing. Hey, stop!" The sheer force of the beast's pounce knocked him off his feet and onto the ground. "Cy, get a hold of yourself!" Vik braced both of his feet agianst Cymarron's chest, trying to kick him off or at least put some distance between them. Seeing that he wasn't calming down, he punched the cat-person hard on the side of the face, hoping it would knock some sense into him.