Nartholan sighed as he was confronted by Cia. "Indeed, I am not. There is a problem... one that I believe you folks can solve." He nodded in the direction of the others who had just slain the dinosaur.
"There's a new threat, that can only be described in one word: demon." He waited for what the response would be.
Relikor Dryllis sent another blast to his opponent, a quadruple-armed monstrosity with a mean set of swords, and swung his axe at the same time to deflect his opponent's slashing blades when-
-his blast made a large container (a dumpster) explode, showering him in every conceivable piece of garbage in the face of this new odd place, with a slab of meat hitting him in the face, and his axe struck a container that was left with a large dent and made a loud metallic noise (a garbage can). "What is this sorcery?!" he roared, trying to pull his axe out of the no doubt explosive metal container and instead pulling it up with the axe. He slammed it on the ground, crunching the empty can, and kicked it into the ruins of the large, now flipped over container (the dumpster). Growling, he spun around, waiting for the inevitable strike. He locked eyes with a terrified-looking flesh-being. A disguise, no doubt, and it was quite convincing. But he would not be fooled.
"Reveal your true form, scum of Talinth!" he yelled in the face of this would-be ambusher.
The said ambusher (an elderly homeless man) gaped at the sight before him. A strange, tall alien being in mysterious armor carrying a bloodstained axe with a pulsing ball of energy embedded in his arm, which the man had just seen fire a blast that had obliterated a dumpster. "...uh?"
Dryllis rolled his eyes. This being was either very cunning... or very weak.
"Flee, opponent, lest you be slain with the thundering axe of eternal doom!" he roared in the man's face, emitting malice with every feature of his body, ready to bring his axe down and prepare his shield for whatever may come to him. Two
fellow soldiers, one who had appeared on the roof and another behind a metal door, looked down and out a window respectively at the sight, raising their own energy swords, a sight which was processed very quickly by the homeless man.
The homeless man screamed and ran as fast as his old, out-of-shape legs would carry him. He ran faster than he had done for 40 years; perhaps he could have run a marathon with the way he was running...
He was heading in the direction of the fair, and ran right past a very confused looking Merbanks, still yelling his head off.