Glass-like eyes glanced at Faira with a smirk on her lips. “In truth this would be the first time to come across a demon and angel in a singular vessel. I have merely grown accustomed to oddities, as would you if you had lived my life.” She replies. Rosaline could see the question in her eyes, though did not know just what it was that confused the girl so. 

The question was short lived though as the roaring became ferocious, growing louder as it approached with a slither. She didn’t even acknowledge the girl as she stepped closer, instead focusing on visualizing their newest foe. At first she saw nothing but then her trained eyes caught it, well the power and energy radiating off the beast. [i] The beast is tremendous…and quite fast.[/i] she thought, her assumptions being proven as the being threw ‘Mr. Roboto’ across the room as if he was nothing. 

“It seems to be coming for us next.” Rose sighed out. Faira must have realized it as well for she called forth a wall of flames about the both of them. Even the robot, which had by then recovered, seemed to know where it was seeing as he was now going to attack it. His attack landed on something, for the creature let out an aggravated roar and the energy rippled around it as it lashed out. With a strength and speed Rosaline was not expecting the large snake shaped creature swung one end of its body in a wide arch, meaning to knock all three of them back. 

With a pressure that could knock the wind out of a normal being Rosaline was thrown backwards, the creature having gone right through the fire to swipe at them. Her porcelain body hit the marble flooring with a crack, small fractures beginning to ripple across the girl’s backside. For a split second she wondered if the creature had gotten the others as well but she didn’t have time to dwell on that as the slithering sound started to approach her. 

The creature must have seen her as weak and easy prey, most likely from the sound of her body cracking, and at the moment she really was useless for she could not move for fear of making the cracks larger. Her body already trying to repair the worse of her injuries.

Suddenly something wrapped around her leg, constricting to the point that the distinct sound of porcelain breaking rung out in the room. 

If she didn’t repair herself fast enough this [i] thing[/i] would turn her into a pile of broken pieces.