[i][b][center]Tyrael Marchosias[/center][/b][/i]

The Ridge Hounds fell, one-by-one, as the students fought them to the last. Aramir was the last one to fight against the survivors, but when she was stunned, the Ridge Hound who was lunging at her continued to do so, even as it was stunned in midair. Despite this however, it still managed to land on the Snow Elf and was going to shred her apart in it's fury. Or would have, had a blade not emerged from the monster's head, dripping vicious sticky blood on the elf. Standing over her was a demonic entity, a creature from the depths of the Inferno. It was Tyrael, albeit... [url=http://i.imgur.com/sfDvlK3.jpg]Changed[/url]. Unlike before he looked relatively "Normal", yet this was obviously not his usual form. Tossing the dead Ridge Hound away the demonomancy teacher spoke quietly, almost frighteningly so.

[b]"This mission has been a disaster. Take the students back to the surface. [i]Now.[/i]"[/b]

As he spoke, his Threshold Guardian was making his appearance, if the sound of him dragging his massive body wasn't enough to alert the others. He completely blocked off one of the tunnels, and on the other side were his amorphous demons, though they were hidden. They would reveal themselves however, if anyone tried to go in that direction. The only other path that didn't have a demon was the one Tyrael was on. And as he stepped forward, each stepped changed the catacombs around him. The grey stone and walls vanished into an open area that had floating stones in the skies, but the landscape was desolate. The husks of trees in the background indicated that this place was once a civilization, but not only tentacled monstrosities wander in the distance, oblivious to the students, demonomancer, and others. But depite what people could see in the distance, there was also a distinct border where the this strange realm and the physical realm met. Most of the students were on one side, while Ssarak, Grey, the nagas, and the shapeshifter were on the other.

Despite the appearance of this place, this part of the Inferno Realm. And the only reason that no one else caught in the realm was not petrified and turned to dust, as this realm often will do to outsiders, was because of Tyrael's magic. Even Baulder and Colette's demonomancer would barely be enough to save themselves, let alone anyone else. But Tyrael was giving everyone a chance to leave. Everyone but the nagas and the shapeshifter.

[b]"I will deal with the naga, and this new threat. Take the wounded and leave this place."[/b]

Tyrael spoke calmly, almost serene. This was unlike the roar of blood and anger that had previously echoed through the halls. But it was obvious that he wasn't here to talk. He just wanted the students gone. The fact that he was manifesting the Inferno here, a powerful but draining magical technique, should make it obvious that he was not holding back. Anyone who chose to be his enemy right now would face him at his strongest, in his domain. He only had one mercy to give. The students will have to use it wisely.