[u]Maxamillion "Hulk" Lovecannon[/u] Maxamillion threw a stray set of festering fangs off his shoulder and heard his ally's warning. Looking back to see an expression that he didn't expect, one that was oddly close to his own. "Don't cut yourself." With that he turned, listening to the loud mechanical screech that echoed out from the beast in Lexion's hands. Flying forward a bit, as to not get caught by the things blades, Maxamillion went back to stomping his foot through face. Ignoring the gnaw he received from a lat looking thing, a wallop from some un-discernible black wisp, he just let the metal groan and the action happen. His fist collided with what Max could only think was a chest, and continued until it drove it through the small threat and into a wall. A sort of shatter and pop sound ran through his body, if the adrenaline wasn't pumping through his body as it was now, he would feel some intense shock through his arm, but, he didn't. Distracted by this development if only for a second, led to him being overrun. A large wave of black annoyances washed over him, parting only here and there for his scowl or glove to surface. Just as he was getting riled enough to bother calling for help, light, flame. The beasts were exorcised, turned into ash and becoming nothing more then a sobering visual effect for the boy. His face covered in demon...remains, he looked with one closed eye down the hall. His partner had lodged his terrible weapon into the school. His rush slowly leaving, and his arm quickly screaming, he nodded a little to acknowledge his partners first comment, then looked to his hands to acknowledge the second. The right one, which was the one worst off, was shaking, a throbbing shock caused Max to grit his teeth. "Would appreciate it..." He debated on calling out his familiar, to see if she would heal him and his partner, but if the offer was here, why should he waste his energy? "...By the way. Good job..." He wasn't really sure if it came out right, but he didn't care. The awkward praise would stand, and it didn't mean too much either way. He looked out to the balcony, still holding his arms up so that Lex could get a good look at them. Some old man was floating up in the sky. Connecting the dots Max's eyes narrowed. [i] Who the fuck is that? [/i] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [u]Sel'ar M Eindz[/u] Sel didn't know hat to do, the beast she rode on carried her about, her small partner standing comfortably on it as the pink headed demon struggled to not fall off. The world had become some sort of haze to her, colours ran together and images blended somewhat. A misty screen of salty water had layered her eyes, forming in the corners and being jostled about to bother and worry her further than her entire world which was already going to all hell. A threat came from her partner, the boy/girl who had been aggressively speaking and playing at times. When the mention of going higher was brought about Sel yelped and clung even harder to the steed. Her muscles visually expanding as she put the effort into not, letting, go. Once Angel had fished a short and terribly alarming tune, everything began to rise. Sel felt the hulking mass under her disappear, and she began falling. The one thing in the world she never wanted to do again. Air coming about her everything else ceased to matter. The growing population of enemies, the flustered partner who was trying his best to save her, the white flame the engulfed the ground. All of it was gone. Nothing remained but Sel and the rising death. A blur of earth coming to meet her, to take something more of her then it already had. Many kinds of panic choked the girl, her pale skin going a tint whiter she let darkness capture her. Her eyes closed and she was done. Not being able to take it all she simply stopped. Landing limply with whatever odd beast her partner had summoned she just lay there, unconscious and sleeping the terrible fear away. Not wanting to wake up to her lifeless legs, her lifeless arms, or whatever the fall had taken. She ran from the world. Sel was "asleep" escaping one nightmare to the other.