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Nailah glared at the thing before her and she felt the rage envelop her. She began to shake and felt so many conflicting emotions it became too much. She fell to her knees and threw a few more balls of fire at Iskander. "Dammit...no.." She once again felt the familiar blackness and felt herself falling...once again. She fell straight towards the ground. "You a**....I...hate....you..." And hten all was dark. Niah's body fell like a rock toward the ground and she crumpled.

(im sorry Az but I can't do this any longer. I have to go to church in the morning...))

Nel took another hit for her and she beat herself up mentally again. She had to blink for a moment, then shake her head at the turn of events. However, the battle was not over and an opening was hers, like she had to be asked twice. She came through the opening with great speed, jumped, and stabbed both sai into the bitches head. She refused to have any last attempt hit have Nelphean, so as she was backing off, she put a barrier around him giving him defense from everywhere. A glance was thrown to Nailah.

She had started to step back even start into a shadow walk to avoid the slice that was coming her way but was roughly broken from the move by the sudden change and then the knock against her own blade. More sparks as the two connected, her wrists twisting oddly as both hands had grabbed the hilt to steady and hold against the force. Each strike brought forth brighter sparks until Soulforge ignited itself, blue fire jumping to the blade as if in its own defense. Not as bright or dangerous looking as it used to be, but still there none the less. Aura almost dropped it, sure she had used it with the effect before, but she figured since it was broken it didn't have anything left in it. Apparently she was wrong. As the hits let up she twisted her wrist, bringing the blade back up, staring at him through weakened Soulforge flames. "Seems your blade plagues you."

Ecara tugged at Aurahkah's arms and then reached her hands up. But not in the usual gesture of being wanted to be held. "Soulforge." Nelfien wanted help, she wanted the blade.

Shez Blew up.

Nelphean watche Nailah fall, and was heart broken by it. Was she dead, or not... Even a girl who didn't allow Nelphean to lover her suffered his curse, then her head turned slightly and Nelphean knew she lived. He also felt a deep burning sensation well up on his chest. He looked down and notice that he was cut. Not too bad, just a few inches.. He smiled, and held his finger into the wound he was fin, only the bones were cut, but how, or when... Nelphean smiled, and he pulled out a bottle that held pheonix drops in it. He spread a few, and the evil flew from the wound... He then blacked out as well, alive, but deeply troubled. His wound was deep enough to cause him trouble breathing, but not deep enought o hurt his meat insides. "Thank-you Bastet..." Nelphean closed his eyes and fell to the ground, blacked out from the wound.

Iskander laughed, and left the plane still on fire. he went home, and waited for his mother to come back. BUt, she never did. That frightened him. Now Asrael would be incharge, and he was crazy.

All of the devils were gone, not a single remnent was left.

General Tallfellow stood over the corpses of his brave soldiers, and gathered the wounded together. Of his 20 000 braves, only 1583 were still standing, and of those who were wounded and able to live, 359 were left. The other died. Only 1/10th of his force remained alive. The cries fo the wounded haunted him, and he felt sad that he had not died with his men.

Talon was feeling much better after he met with Ke'Nel, his wounds were healed and he could stand again. He and Claw had survived the ordeal, and now had to wait until the next time someone wanted to kill the creater. Talon walked with Claw into the field, and found the left arm of Monolith, severed from the rest of the wreakage. The poor golom never stood much of a chance when he was swarmed by all those barbed devils... They picked up the heavy arm and brought it tothe pile where most of the torso was... his head was cleaved, and missing, and most of his right arm was as well... Sad sight, seeing the Monolith so disfigured... But alive.

when the woudl be dinner blew up, it knocked Cymarron flat on his back. he laid there for a bit, rather frustrated. he'd had...or at least the beast had...a chance at what? four? five? meals today and not one morsel even got into his stomach. Of course while he laid there, The beast and cym squared off in his mind...staring at eachother. the demonic johnovan had given them something to think on. but this time the Beast was silent, and willing went back to the dark space in Cymarron's mind and the cage door swung closed. after the sickeningly sounding and phycially draining change from 12'2 to 6'7...he got up, and moved over to Nailah, and checked for a pulse, which was present and going strong, before turnign to Bastet.

"You couldn't have saved Cymarron a bite? After all this trouble and chaos and destruction, Cymarron didn't get to eat anyone."

It was a poor attempt at humor, he knew.

"your elf is alright, yes? it seems Nailah overstressed herself, but she is okay."

"Well Mephetos, I will not stand between you and your work for your master. But I have need of a servant as well. I can grant you some amnesty here, if you do something for me. Become the familiar of the mage I am inhabitting, keep track of him and make sure he follows through with what those of our sort would do. You can spin your lies that youve no longer anything to do wtih your old master, and you can act freely as part of Johnavon." The necklace around him snapped suddenly and the cross liquified to a pull of molten silver while a powerful seal suddenly seized the imp completely. "Of course, you dont have much choice in the matter."

He watched them go, and picked Nailah up, carrying her...and looking around for the other one that had been here, Vik. Had he fallen in combat? then he glanced at Nailah. she did indeed remind him of Kishy, who also had been gentle, kind...if a bit naive. He waited a bit to see if Vik showed himself...before he began to carry Nailah back to her room. normally he woudl have taken her to his den, and kept watch, but that would probably upset her semi-adopted child if he woke up without her there.