"That's not what I'm asking about." Tony said.
He raised his axe at the girl threateningly, although he had no intention of hurting her at the moment.
"A 5 year old could tell you that the hero betrayed us, or at least that he didn't finish the job as planned." He continued. "Talk is cheap. I can say anything I want but that won't make it true."
Tony turned around and began walking to a nearby zombie.
"Now, I don't know what everyone else around here are seeing when they look at you, but to me..." He said, decapitating a zombie as he paused.
He kicked the torso down and took a seat on it, turning back to face the young monk.
"You could be just about anyone." He said.
Tony embedded his axe into the ground and leant forward onto his two forearms.
"You could just be a monk." He said to her. "You could be a demon monk, you could be not a demon, you could be on the tyrant's side. And you're not doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise."
And that was the crusp of the issue.

Trust was in short supply in today's society as the great hero everyone had been pinning their hopes on decided to dash those hopes on some rocks and burn them for good measure. If the hero was really going for the total annihilation of the world, or building an asshole empire or whatever he was doing, taking down sources of resistance would be an obvious step. In times like these only the desperate or stupidly strong would step up to the plate and baiting them with rumours of a way to defeat the tyrant would be a fairly effective strategy of isolating the pluckiest survivors to nip them in the bud, so to speak.
"So listen here. I don't give two pieces of a rat's ass about your grand plan." Tony said calmly. "Unless one of us around here is a mind reader, not a damn person knows that you're whoever you say you are, and I'm not moving until someone can prove that you're not trying to drag us to the hero so he can butcher us where we stand."

Leila's thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of the musclebound man, who immediately stated his distrust towards the monk girl. Leila could tell he was a veteran in combat, and perhaps that was why he couldn't trust any stranger he just met so easily. Leila thought he had a point, but she stood silent, preferring to watch how their dialogue would unfold, while still watching the demon girl of course.

The monk girl then answered the man's question confidently. Leila's gut instinct told her from her tone that she really wasn't lying. However, the musclebound man thought differently, as he continued his questioning of the girl.

Leila thought of the monk girl's explanation. So the key to defeat the Hero was to use some kind of darkness magic. And it had to be done before he gained more mastery of the dark powers. So they were basically on a race against time.

Leila herself knew nothing about that kind of magic. Her kingdom practically banned the dark arts after all, a logical move, seeing how it was mostly used by the demons. And they couldn't risk dark magic going astray and creating an opening for the demons to attack. She had been taught that dark magic consisted of evil spells, like necromancy. She wouldn't want to use that kind of cruel magic to defeat the Hero, even if it was necessary. She just hoped that the monk girl was talking about some other type of magic she didn't know about.

Leila saw the brawler shout at an elven man in a distance, telling him to take care of the crying girl, who had gone totally unnoticed by her with how focused she was with her conversation with the monk and then the short confrontation against the demon girl. She felt a little pang of guilt for that. She would have rushed to her aid at once if she noticed her earlier. But now, she was not needed seeing how the elf man had taken care of her.

"Your name is something to call you other than 'demon'" He actually sat down next to her now, looking at the arguing group while they spoke "And you're right, I don't know about them, not for sure. You, however...I watched that Hero, I saw as you fled the aftermath of your lord's defeat and I know you're no ally to him" he didn't turn his head but his eyes looked to her "I imagine you'd want to get back at him for deposing you, and here you are snooping around a village rumored to have the key to his defeat. It's enough for me at least" she may want to remain secretive but he had little reason to hold back "I came here to make sure nothing threatened my home, and now this tyrant of theirs does just that. ButI suppose there's nothing I could do to prove it to you" He leaned back and sighed "you know, regardless of her true allegiance, the monk does have a point: none of us will get anywhere at this rate"

The blade cut through the air, making contact with an undead's neck who looked like he had once been a baker. It didn't take much effort to completely slice through the flesh and bone, leaving only a headless corpse on the ground while the head itself rolled out of sight. By now Garen had left a pile of bodies in the street with various limbs strewn about as well. Both of his blades were covered in blackish blood and the smell was absolutely awful, but he continued on while watching the others.

It did not take long for a few glances to come his way. While they talked, he killed without discrimination. He even felt a pang of enjoyment but that quickly got swallowed up in guilt, with a hint of anger. Before long, the inevitable happened, and someone spoke to him. Garen paused, cleaning Dusk off on a corpse's clothes, had he just been called 'Arrow Man?' His furrowed his brows and then saw what the girl had been talking about. Another girl, or young women, he could't really make it out from where he stood but what he did see was that she was running from one undead who was putting on a very poor chase. It was incredibly ridiculous and he felt embarrassed just watching her but he had to help, it was the right thing to do at least.

Without saying anything to the girl sitting on the bench, he turned his body towards the other girl (@Ashevelendar). Garen then took out his bow, notched an arrow and drew back aiming correctly so her pursuer would line up with the shot. Satisfied, the ranger fired the arrow directly into the undead's brain. It fell over with a muffled groan. With any common sense the girl would figure out that she was relatively safe. In the meantime, Garen notched another arrow and began to walk over to the group. He felt uneasy with the demon standing so close to people that resembled humans, so he had his bow out as a precaution.

When he got close enough, the ranger stood attentively and spoke in a gruff voice to anyone who was listening, "What's this then? Or did I miss the memo about the town meeting?"

It seemed that the lizan had a better memory of Kolonis than Kolonis had of the lizan. She'd hoped that her exit wouldn't have been too obvious, but then again, it wasn't very subtle. Just another side effect of everything going wrong when it came to the hero.

She gave a little sigh. Perhaps only she could be a peacemaker, one to bring some form of task to the group and give it haphazard unity. She doubted such an attempt would work, or that it would get anywhere, but if it bought her some means of being active again and putting her ultimate goals in reach, it was worth a try. "I suppose it doesn't matter. You can call me Kolonis." She pulled from one of her pockets a small assortment of runes, various shapes, sizes, and colors, all smaller than an inch wide, and began arranging them on her lap. "They're not getting anywhere, are they..." she muttered as she moved the runes in seemingly no particular order.

Astiroth sat there and listened as other bickered and argued about trust. It was getting annoying. The fact the he was witnessing emotions that he would have to mimic wasn't making anything easier.

Astiroth took his sheathed katana and pushed it into the groundark long ways to lean on it. "If I may speak. No one here is asking the right question." He said gazing at the others. He then pointed to the onestorage in the back. "The reason they aren't standing with us is for one particular reason. You haven't given us what we need. Now I get it, need more magic, I'm pretty sure everyone here knows that. What we need to know is where and how to get it. If I was told that, I'd be more inclined to believe you and I'm sure it would let the others know you aren't fooling around."

Astiroth waited for his questions to be answered. Needing more power was obvious, but how and where to get it was something that they all desperately needed to know.

Feon looked at the others then gave a sigh as she rubbed her fingers on the bridge of her nose in frustration. This was starting to get out of hand, she would have to pull out Remus if she wanted any of them to shut up and listen to her at all. "Your all right, you can't trust me. What you want is results. Oh but don't take it from me." Feon said with a cynical smile on her face before her head flung back. She went silent for a good minute before finally pulling her head forward again.

Once she faced them again black smoke seemed to be rising from her eyes. The iris was glowing green among a black background. These weren't her eyes, but the eyes of the Demon Lord Remus. "You should be taking my word more than that bitches." Feon said now with the voice that couldn't possibly be hers. But that of the Demon Lord. It was clear that Feon and Remus didn't get along thus her reluctance to allow Remus to speak at all or better yet just let him take over her body.

"Me and the bitch have a plan. And this statue behind us is part of that plan. Turns out this town was originally built by cultists that worshiped this thing. Remus said point a thumb at the statue he was sitting infront of. "This statue as it turns out, is a sort of stepping stone. If you sacrifice a soul to it, it will allow you to easily learn magic without having to study it for years." Remus said before turning to the statue and getting up. Feon had a much manlier stance now quite unbecoming of a lady.

"Call it a short cut. Thankfully for all of you, the soul doesn't have to be humanoid. So it should be easy. Just kill something in front of the statue."

Remus looked towards the demons in the area, surely they would recognize him from the eyes. Of course Remus sure did recognize them, even recognized Asiroth in his disguise. "Kolonis! You must know a bit about this kind of magic right?" Remus added shouting out to her with a smirk.

Hmm.

'Hmm' was the calmest culmination of her thoughts she could conjure as she heard and felt Remus at the same time. It was a presence unmistakable, and one she immediately connected to the human. The means by which that connection was made was a subject of interest to her, as she failed to make the connection before. But then, she hadn't checked them properly, and Remus of all beings was more than capable of bypassing Kolonis's most basic detection.

If she was looking at the situation critically, she didn't think the word of a demon lord would do much to convince the more 'moral' members of the group to cooperate. A demon lord, leading a quest to slay a hero. Yes, she could see the problems immediately there. Even if this first part went well, collision between the stark contrasts that she felt from this assembling group seemed inevitable.

She did her best not to jump when her name was barked, though the runes on her lap visibly shifted. "...he's not wrong... anyone volunteering?" she mumbled in a very poor attempt at a joke.

Such a statue was very difficult to create and used a degree of runic magic in its architecture, and so she did indeed have an idea of its workings. A human or greater being would be a better sacrifice than a minor beast, but the job could be done whichever way. Such runes were designed not to betray the nature of the knowledge within at first glance, and so she could not identify what the statue possessed from simply looking at it.

Why did I bother to keep that 'advantage', she thought on the matter of her name. Of course he just blurts it out for all to hear....

When Leila saw Feon being possessed by Remus, she immediately summoned her sword back into her hand. Her instinct almost made her lunge towards the girl and cut her in half, but she knew that would also kill the knowledge on how to defeat the Hero.

Hearing his explanation, the first thing that came to her mind was how it really was dark magic. Soul sacrifice. She would reject that kind of offer any time, especially when the demon lord himself was the one who offered it.

However, he said that the soul didn't have to be humanoid. So they could sacrifice monsters? Animals?

She hated to think of it, but that would make the sacrifice barely tolerable. They really needed power to defeat the Hero, or else more innocent lives will be lost. And if a bunch of goblins or kobolds or trolls would be sacrificed for that, what did it matter? She killed their kind many times to save people attacked by them.

But it was still distasteful. And she felt filthy even thinking about it.

And that didn't take the account of the demon lord secretly adding something to the ritual. Maybe a little bit of corruption so he could control or at least influence whoever used it.

One of the people gathered awkwardly asked who would volunteer first. She would readily volunteer herself if this were a holy ritual. But with this situation, she was hesitant. She was afraid. Afraid that she might lose her soul to the dark if she did the ritual.

And so Leila just stood there, looking at the reaction of the rest of the group.

So the girl had some degree of legitimacy in this whole affair. That didn't mean Tony had to like it. She'd gone strange, completely changing her personality, as if she was being possessed. And that didn't make Tony feel any better. And now whoever it was possessing her was telling him that he could learn some magic by sacrificing something to the statue.
"If it's all the same to you, I'll have to bow out." Tony said calmly.

He and his regiment had a bad run with magic, mostly because the military generals above his regiment believed the best way to fight it was throw enough bodies at it hoping that the mages would go down eventually. And there were a few other incidents here and there but they hardly mattered.
"The last time I met someone dabbling with magic rituals, we had to scrape the guy off the walls." Tony said. "So excuse me if I want to keep my distance."

Kythe Nodded at Kolonis and eyed the runes she was messing with in her lap. He said nothing about it and looked back at the gathering as the spectacle grew still.

It seemed that Feon was displaying proof that she was playing host to the demon lord's spirit by way of giving him control, or maybe he took it...regardless, it appeared to be an attempt to add some credibility to her claims, which while it certainly did it did not garner much more support, in fact it only really caused more distrust.

As for Kythe well, he was willing to attempt this, if a bit hesitantly. But it did seem convenient, learn any magic with just a sacrifice, it sounded like any one person could attain the same knowledge, if not more, as the tyrant and take him on themselves, Then a more sinister thought crossed his mind. He tensed somewhat visibly and slowly put a hand on the hilt of his blade next to him, head still looking forward but his eyes darted between Kolonis and Feon, what he was going to say next was not going to help with this group's trust issues "So if you could learn any magic with a sacrifice to this statue, what did you need us for?"

Being thoroughly ignored wasn't knew to Garen, he quite actually liked being ignored. It meant that no one was paying any attention to him, no unwanted eyes where they should be. However, in this instance, Garen was conflicted. On one hand he wanted nothing more then to be talked to or even acknowledged more then just as a tool. The other hand, the one that was dominated by his instincts told him to remain quite and listen, figure out what was going on before acting. That was the greatest mistake a person could do, act without thinking and the consequences of such actions were usually dire.

Garen was not in the mood to think today, his head still slightly hurt from his night of booze. So when Remus revealed himself in the form of the girl that had commanded him earlier, he drew his bow up, prepared to fire at her. He listened to the ex-demon lord talk about the plan, though he felt he was missing out on crucial information, Garen was intelligent enough to figure out that he obviously wanted revenge upon Sven for his untimely death. He did not like where this talk was going in the slightest, talk of power and magic never went well with each other. He had comrades other then Sven who, to his knowledge, joined the bastard in his conquest or died. Those that did join him, craved the same thing that he did- power.

When Remus finished talking, he addressed a Kolonis, a name that seemed familiar but Garen was to busy focusing on what he said, to pay any attention to that. Garen eyed everyone that stood there as they began to talk. A large man, probably human, seemed opposed to the idea and Garen couldn't agree more. A human female summoned a sword to her hand when Remus began to talk, but now, there was a hint of doubt on her face. Then the odd Lizard man spoke, Garen had noticed him before but hadn't really thought anything of it. What he said made Garen think that these people were obviously summoned here for a reason, one that was quickly beginning to look bad.

Garen decided to go against his better judgment and speak aloud for everyone to hear. First he addressed Remus, "Remus, as much as I hate Sven now, he did one good thing before falling and that was killing you. Anything you say can't be believed, your words are poison."

He then turned his gaze to the group as a whole, "Though I don't know what exactly is going on, whatever your planning sounds just stupid. In my experience, the word Cultist isn't one that should be taken lightly, especially if it promises power. Even if you did manage to kill Sven by with voodoo magic, we certainly don't need another tyrant, or the return of an old one."

Garen spit on the ground after finishing, while still looking at the others to gauge their reactions. His bow was still aimed at Remus in the girl's body.

Astiroth sat back and only listened to more bickering and distrust.Astiroth was really getting aggravated. "Oh for the love of-", he cut himself short as he walked off for a seconday. He came back dragging several undead. "Fine, no one wants to do anything around here then I'll test the damn waters since all of you are too afraid to swim." Everything was starting to get his impatient nature out. The arguing, the mistrust, the cowardice. How the hell did anyone expect to accomplish anything with that kind of mentality.

Astiroth tossed the undead in front of the statute. "I tell you if anything happens." He grabbed the handle of his blade and unsheathedo it. With one swing, split both of the creatures heads. He would turn his gaze at the statute. "If I become any uglier then please feel free to kill me." He wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen but he didn't really care. Sometimes things require a leap or a bird may never fly.

Remus turned to look at the hostile environment he had created. "I actually would have rather not be helping you. See, when your dead you don't really care about anything anymore. But I would rather not see this world destroyed. Who know's I might get another chance one day. But that won't be for a few hundred years I'm afraid. Gotta get reincarnated and what not." Remus said trying to settle the idea that he would take over the world again. It wouldn't happen for quite awhile. If anything he was giving them a chance to prepare after the Tyrant was taken down.

When the undead were sacrified at the foot of the statue nothing happened. "You need something with a soul, you may as well have just smashed a couple of benches here." Remus answered with a bit of frustration in his voice. "And there is more than just magic to this plan you know. Besides this statue has a few draw backs to it, Kolonis would know about it." Remus answered before looking to the others whom had weapons at the ready to kill him. "I have no desire to kill attack any of you. The bitch here wouldn't let me if I tried." Remus stated trying to get them to calm down.

If this was the demon lord's plan, Kolonis couldn't help but think that the hero had a very clean path to victory. Which was a pity, for her own tasks were unlikely to be accomplished if the world was thrown out of balance. Thrown out of balance. Hmm. It was an angle that could flop or bring a small degree of unity, but either way, she would give it a go before dismissing the group as pointless and ill-fated.

"Really, Remus, this wasn't too well thought out." She made the statement bluntly, and even though she was always straight with him, she didn't hold back with the statement. "Demons and minor heros is a match that would never work in the long term. But since this is what we have, I'll say this much."

She stood up to look at the group.

"I'm only here to examine some of the signals that the hero - Sven - left when he came through this town. In the time I've been here, I've since found that there are at least three unique fields of magic that were used in this town's destruction, and two were at a very high level. This isn't about him becoming a mass murderer, I can see his point given how easy it is to corrupt mortals. It's the fact that his powers are unstable, unchecked and reaching a point where he could seriously damage this world and the underworld to a degree that neither place can come back from. And that can have very far reaching repercussions." She kept the statement vague, for it would do no good for her to get into the technical reasons behind it.

"So, I advise you 'moral' folks to suck it up, and for the demons here to get their heads out of their petty asses, and realize this isn't just another matter of good verses evil. Quite simply, it's a matter of survival, and if all the skill sets present can't stop the hero, then you are all advised to simply kill yourselves now, because without unity you will not win. Get out of the morality bullshit, and-" She glared at the obvious demons present - "try and be marginally helpful. Kill each other afterwards for all I care." She sat back down. They would come to their own conclusions, and from there some semblance of order would rise. Whatever the result.

Tony narrowed his eyes at the demon's announcement. It was certain that her statement hadn't applied to him specifically, although he couldn't rule out that it'd been directed at him somewhat. Regardless, Tony was running out of patience. All he wanted was proof that the brawler wasn't talking out of their ass, to prove that they actually had a chance to take down the tyrant. He decided to get up.
"Thank you for sharing," he said slowly as he rose. "But I'm no hero. I'm a soldier."
He looked the group in the eyes as he decided to clear the air and make his stances clear.
"Let's get things straight. The only reason I'm here is to kill the hero." Tony said. "Damn me for trying to make sure we do it alive. Damn me for making sure we actually have a chance."
He picks up his axe and feeds the handle into the loop on his belt, effectively sheathing his weapon.
"But now it seems that a lot of us here have similar goals. Stop the tyrant, kill him or whatever. Make him stop being stupid." Tony said.

He began walking back to where he'd left his stuff while talking.
"You can consider me on board, I don't really care who else is with us." Tony said. "I'm going with or without you all, and I'm not stopping until I get the hero's head onto a pike. So sort out whatever it is you need to; I need to do some preparations."
With that he walked off to retrieve his belongings. He would walk to the tyrant's castle if he had to, he'd fight him himself if he had to, but only if he really had to. He wouldn't mind dying in any other situation but he wouldn't settle for less than the death of the tyrant, and he wouldn't be able to kill him alone. He hoped that by the time he came back, the rest would be in order.

Upon Remus' appearance, Vreskrr's demonic smile was replaced with an expression far darker. Listening in silence as the spiel went on, Vreskrr chuckled as it was interrupted by Astiroth splitting a zombie in front of the statue--to no avail. Things got even better when Kolonis spoke up and ordered unity from the group. Seeing a chance, Vreskrr moved past Garen, grabbing the arrow from his bow and dropping it next to him to ensure not getting shot in passing. She casually walked up to Leila, who was clearly distracted by the demon lord's appearance.

Taking hold of Leila's sword, Vreskrr pressed herself against the girl and swung an arm around her. With a sadistic grin, Vreskrr spoke to the group in her demonic voice. "Kolonis is right! Let's get along everyone...Although, if you don't want to, feel free to take place at the statue. Y'know, to help the rest. Not like there's anywhere better to go anymore." In a voice uncomparable to the demonic voice she'd used just now, Vreskrr quietly spoke to Leila "Let's get along Reeeaaall well." After this, Vreskrr removed herself from the girl, only letting go of the sword at the last possible moment.

Once more facing Remus, Vreskrr's expression turned to a cold stare, this dead jackass' smugness bothered her off. "So, Remmy, if you don't care about us, you may leave now. Regardless of what you call it, it's time for the dead to stop chasing after young girls and accept their demise. I was in a good mood before and I'd rather not be in your presence if I can help it." Snarling, Vreskrr put in no effort to hide her disdain.

Leila could see right away that the demon lord's offer just made the others even more suspicious. The musclebound man readily expressed his distrust, saying how he didn't trust magic in general due to his experience. She herself didn't understand magic that much, but she knew most magic could be used for good or evil; it only depended on the user. So there was no sense on distrusting it. Of course, it would be a different matter if it was dark magic...

The lizardman asked why the demon lord would need them if he could just use the ritual himself. Leila thought he indeed had a point. You wouldn't need this many people if you could master all magic. You could fight handily against the Hero with just yourself. Maybe add one other person to tip the scales.

The elf archer brought up that for what the Hero did now, he still did good by killing the demon lord. And there was a good, no, almost guaranteed chance that Remus would just be the next Tyrant if he were to depose the Hero. Leila had the same thought, and she was glad that he voiced it for her. The ultimate goal would be to get rid the world of any tyrant, not just the Hero. They must not be short-sighted in the matter.

Then, another man spoke up. He expressed his dissatisfaction with the current stalemate, before he volunteered to be the one trying the ritual first. He then dragged a nearby undead to be used as the sacrifice. Leila was pretty sure though that undead could not be sacrificed seeing how they didn't have souls and all.

The demon lord answered the lizard's and the archer's question. Well, more like sidestepping it since he just said that he didn't do this for any of them. He just didn't want to let the world be destroyed since he might be reincarnated in the far future for his second chance in conquering the world. He then remarked on the man's foolishness on trying to sacrifice an undead. And he said that Kolonis would know on the drawbacks of the ritual. Leila had no idea who Kolonis was, but she assumed they were someone present here. He also said that even if he wanted to kill them, he couldn't, for the monk girl would not allow it. Leila just hoped it were true, and that the monk girl couldn't be overcome by him.

A female figure in a robe then spoke up. She addressed the demon lord with a surprisingly casual manner, as if she had known him for years. Was this the Kolonis he was talking about? She then made a speech to the group, how the Hero was unstable, and how he could inadvertently destroy the world and even the Underworld as well. She then told both the "moral" folks and the demons present to basically suck it up and unite, for if they wouldn't, the world may indeed end. She couldn't help thinking that the "moral" folks part was directed to her. Of course, she would be willing to cooperate, even with demons. But there would always be a line that she would not cross. And that was final. She also noticed how she said "demons". Could it be that they were more demons here present other than that haughty one? She looked around to find any sign of demonic presence. She could not find anything however. Their human disguise must be pretty good.

The musclebound man spoke up again. This time, he actually agreed, and he vowed to cooperate since they were all here to kill the hero. Not her though. She still wished to talk to him first. And only if he truly had turned evil, then she would be willing to kill him.

Suddenly, she felt her sword being tugged upon. And then she felt someone putting their arms over her and pressing against her.

"W-what the--"

She looked back and she was greeted by the haughty demon's grinning face.

Before she could do anything, the demon made a speech to group, saying how they should all get along. And then, she whispered to her ears how she wanted to get along with her real well, with a mocking tone. She then flew away, letting go of her and her sword.

Leila was flabbergasted. She didn't know how to react. So she just stood there, watching the demon talk to the demon lord. And without her noticing, her face reddened a little, both from anger and from embarrassment for the demon's mocking tease.

Garen was heavily conflicted. After hearing what the robed women had said about 'survival' and 'worlds ending' he was put into an uncomfortable setting. He felt incredibly insignificant compared to the powers that Sven would soon be emitting and it scared him. He had just thought that his old friend would just kill everyone, which in hindsight was probably foolish. Of course there was something far more nefarious going on in the background. There wasn't really much of a choice then, no matter how high the odds were stacked against them, Garen would have to get past his indifference and help.

It seemed that the muscle bound man had the same line of thought that he was currently undergoing. No matter how much he hated to admit it, it looked like these folks would have to come together and stop Sven before the world ended. He was about to put down his bow when the large feminine demon began to walk towards him, then ripped the arrow out of his hand, dropping it the ground before walking past him. Garen growled under his breath, that stupid bitch of a demon better watch herself or an unfortunate accident might occur. Or not, but he always enjoyed killing demons quietly, that way they didn't run off like cowards. He would have said something to her, but when the elf looked over at the demon, she was borderline violating the other human female's space. She then left, but not before making the girl blush red.

He felt bad for her, so after picking up his arrow and hanging his bow upon his back, Garen walked over to the human. He looked her over for a moment. Fairly young, obviously talented and a knight of some order he couldn't place.

He spoke in a kind voice, or as kind a voice as he could muster, "You alright miss? I take it the demon bitch didn't ruffle you up too bad? His voice went down to a whisper, "Between you and me, we could probably take her if it came to a fight. They get real easy when they don't have any legs to run on." He paused before talking normally again, "The names Garen by the way. Garen Trask." @Hammerman

Between the next things that Remus said and the stunt pulled by one man to test this shortcut statue, of which his rushed use of a soulless husk gained nothing, Kythe let himself relax just a bit confident enough that he wasn't about to become a sacrifice for power. But Garen's words and the admission from Remus himself that he would return to take over the world at some point made him think again. Ultimately he decided he's agree to help for now, but he'd look for some way to deal with Remus along the way.

His attention was brought back to the situation as Kolonis spoke. After he call for unity he watched as the spice-smelling man from before was finally convinced, Vreskrr agreed to help in a way that seemed to leave the knight embarrassed, and Garen seemed like he way about to agree before the aforementioned demon messed with his bow.

For his part Kythe planted the tip of his sword on the ground and rested a hand on the hilt, nodding at both Kolonis and Remus "Well then, If it means taking down Sven, Then you have me as well" He looked back and forth between them once more "Did you already have a plan for our next move, or is that our first challenge?