As Morthos headed back in to the room he noticed Roxas was missing about the same time Jax asked where he was, Morthos just shrugged, "maybe he went for a run or something?" Morthos ignited himself for a moment to clean himself then cleaned off his clothes with magic before getting dressed. He was feeling unusually groggy that morning, some food would definitely help the situation. The found Roxas downstairs and joined him after grabbing their food, Morthos was a man who enjoyed his breakfast, so he had quite a bit of stuff on his plate. Eggs, bacon, french toast, fruit, all the breakfast essentials.

Morthos sat in silence as he ate and listened to Jax until they all heard the screaming coming from outside. Being the heroes that they were, the group ran out to see what the problem was. Morthos wasn't one to get sick at seeing disgusting things, but what he saw was deeply disturbing. Jax and Roxas tried some crowd control to varying degrees of success, if his mom were around she could have calmed everyone down with just her voice. Unfortunately she wasn't around, but the police arrived and the people started dispersing. Morthos decided to tag along with Ophelia to talk with them. He had nothing to add to what she said, the police had the area mostly under control at this point, joining back with the others, it was clear everyone had emotions running high.

Except Morthos, of course he was angry, but he found a lot of the time he just couldn't find it in himself to feel true rage. Maybe it was because he was scared he might turn in to a monster if he did such a thing. Instead of being angry he was thinking of a plan in his head, something so stupid it might just work. "What if we just walk on over there and taunt them to fight us?" Morthos posed his plan to the group, "clearly they're getting cocky if they're taunting us like this. Which means they probably have a lot of pride, which means if we go and accuse them of being weak, they'd likely fight us. I don't put much stock on their intelligence, and in a pinch I could charm one of them in to going along with it, trick I learned from my mom. He knew his plan sounded crazy, but right now he thought it might be their best shot.

Jax shook her head at the crowd after they ran off after Roxas' show, "Bloody morons." She looked up at Roxas as he comforted her and gave him a small smile, regardless of how his face looked at the moment. She then saw Ophelia and Morthos head over to talk to the cops, and turned to Roxas, "I love how we are going to risk our lives for them and then we get slack."

She crossed her arms seeing her sister and Morthos walk up to her. Her own rage was clearly mirrored in Ophelia and she nodded in agreement when she suggested they deal with this now. Morthos offered up a plan and honestly, she couldn't argue it, "I think you may be right. We completely lost the element of surprise, but we could use their arrogance as a weakness. I say we do it, BUT, we keep our original roles. Morthos you and I deal with outsiders, you two take out the leaders. My distraction will still be useful in that setting, plus it might cause enough chaos to give us an edge. You guys have to be quick though. I'm skilled enough with my blade but werewolves are incredibly fast creatures." She paused, letting that sink in before she spoke again, "Also remember don't let them bite you. I forgot to mention this last night but if one of us get's a bite we have to get to medical fast. Ophelia's blood will fight the venom but at least for Roxas and myself, we could easily turn. Morthos you might be safe but better safe than sorry."

She blushed, "Okay enough with the warnings..Sound good?"

Roxas looked at Jax as she was commenting on the bystanders. "You get used to it. All they care about is themselves." He frowned a little then turned his full attention to the others. Morthos made a very good observation about the situation and agreed with him. Ophelia looked like she was getting antsy. She told Jax to trust us then had everyone follow her to the werehouse. He knee this all bugged her a lot, but if she didn't get her anger under control she would mosre than likely make a mistake while fighting. You have to go in there with a clear head.

That didn't matter because the moment Ophelia said follow me, she was off. Roxas followed quickly after then turned back to see if the others were as well. They were. Once they all made it to the werehouse, Roxas had to catch his breath for a bit before going in. They were a few yards away so to get a better look at the place. "Okay what's the games plan?" He looked at everyone. They had to have everything planned out perfectly if they wanted this to work. Roxas could feel the tension in the air. Everyone wanted to get this done and over with already.

"What's the game plan?" Roxas' voice filled the silence.

Jax could see everyone was on edge, preparing for the oncoming battle. The warehouse was only a few feet away from the treeline, and the place was quiet. Jax spoke evenly as she stood up to her full height, "We kick in the front door and make sure they remember our names! When they call for the other's Morthos cage them. I'll release the distraction, and then when you two see the alpha and the beta..." She turned to her sister feeling the bloodlust roll off her, "Send them to hell."

She walked forward pulling her scythe out of her sheath. The green in her eyes was growing bolder as she gripped the rod and twisted it around so her fingers grazed the blade, blood dripping onto the ground. The pain was minimal but the intense demonic energy she got was almost close to an orgasm. She shivered, thanking Morthos internally for the weapon. It was like another limb or another piece of her soul. No other scythe could compare. Suddenly she threw the scythe up into the air and twisted low to draw on the grass with her fingers, a howl breaking through her concentration. When she was finished she stood up and lifted her hand up, her eyes focused on the warehouse. Suddenly more howls broke through the night and she paused closing her eyes, the tension growing before the oncoming battle. Then the moment was over. The scythe landed in her hand and she opened her eyes, a full violent green filling the space, her pentagrams glowing violently as a reddish white light burst from below her feet in the shape of a pentagram. The light began to spin beneath her when suddenly the door to the warehouse opened and the werewolves ran out circling the group with anticipation. They were waiting for their elders, a few in full wolf form, other's glaring at her team in the buff. She noticed a few from the Legion. One rather tall male smiled, "So you come to challenge us head on? Interesting. Arrogant but interesting."

Jax raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Well you shit on our front yard, and the neighbors complained. If the dogs won't learn they need to be put down."

She adjusted her footing her eyes drifting over the werewolves, the sounds of oncoming beasts filling the forest. She looked at the rest of her team and encouraged them to do anything to piss off these bastards. To make them come faster, to throw them off of their game. The pentagram beneath her was glowing fiercely now, it's own wind brushing against her hair and her jacket. She needed, Morthos to contain the beasts before she would release chaos. Just a bit further and the trap would be set, then divide and conquer. She felt alive and strong, knowing that this plan would work. It had to. No doubt. No fear. Just pure will.

Morthos watched as Jax moved forward and damn she looked good when she was gearing up for a fight. But now was not the time to be thinking about that, Morthos could hear wolves coming to the building, they needed to be sure all of them were gathered. He walked forward to stand with Jax and gave a mocking clap, bravo wolves, really, you should get everyone here for a round of applause. You killed some defenseless villagers and even weaker children, that takes skill, truly." Sarcasm was one of Morthos' strengths and right now it was coming in great use.

One of them growled at him, we defeated those fools from the hunting legion." He said it as if it was a great accomplishment, Morthos just brushed him off.

"Psh, those losers? I looked at them funny and they gave me what I wanted. How about you fight some people who actually know how to defend themselves? Unless of course you're scared, is that it? You know you're too weak to win a fair fight so you prey on those who you know wont fight back?"

"Shut up!" The wolf barked at him, "our entire clan will soon be here to wipe that smug look off your face."

"Looking forward to it," Morthos said, spinning around and summoning his cloak, wouldn't want to go ruining his nice clothes.

Ophelia stood silently for a long while, simply listening as Morthos and Jax taunted the wolves. Their anger was rising, and she hid a smile. She flicked her right wrist slightly, her whip sliding down her arm and into her hand, snapping at the ground beneath her bare feet. The wolves heads turned, their attention on Ophelia now. She knew her scent would be enough to draw out the Alpha and Beta wolves, unless they were afraid. But with this amount in a pack, they shouldn't be. "Unless one of you are the Alpha and Beta in this pack, which I doubt because you all seem to be pretty moronic, I suggest going to get them..." Her normally very soft spoken voice took on a tone of command, despite Jax being their leader in this mission. Ophelia knew a lot about Werewolves as it was, and knew she had a huge advantage against them. She hoped Jax wouldn't be upset. She turned her head and looked at her sister, who looked completely badass like always, ready to fight.

When her head turned back to the wolves only seconds later, the Alpha and Beta were standing at the front of the group of wolves. A very obvious wave of power rolled off of them. It made her nervous despite her experiences before, and she stared the Alpha down. He was huge, and unwavering in the presence of the four of them. "You can turn back now, Vampire. No need to end your life here," the Alpha spoke, his voice booming over them. Ophelia simply smiled, "I'm not afraid of you, Edward. Turn yourselves in, or face the consequences."

"Such big threats from a tiny Vampire," Edward retorted, his voice mocking. Ophelia rolled her eyes, and made one small, unnoticeable gesture toward Morthos to start the fire cage. Anyone who wasn't paying close attention wouldn't have guessed her movement was anything but natural, and her closed lipped smile spread into a wide grin, one of her shoulders coming up into a half shrug. Ophelia took note that the female Beta to Edwards' side wasn't saying anything, probably after having been told not to. She hope Roxas could handle her. She looked vicious and blood thirsty.

As soon as Morthos had the fire going, Ophelia's arms moved like lightening, as well as her feet to close some of the distance between herself and Edward. Her whip snapped out and she wrapped it around his left leg and paw as tight as she could, pulling back with pure strength, causing him to stumble just slightly forward. While he was moving to get his footing again, Ophelia took her bow off her back, knocked a silver tipped arrow, and shot it into his side. She knew the silver would screw him over, making it painful to move and such, and maybe it was a cop out move, but she would want to store her energy to fully take him out, and then help Jax and Morthos once that was done. Once Edward had realized what had happened, she snapped the arrow off, the tip still stuck inside his body, and ran full speed toward Ophelia. She crouched slightly, then jumped up just as he reached her, and she placed her feet on his shoulder blades, pushing off of him to flip behind him, landing in a crouch again. She turned to look over her shoulder, and he wasn't far behind again. Werewolves were fast, but this vampire was faster.

Roxas blocked out everyone's voice and mentally mapped out where all the wolves were. He was looking for the Beta wolf above all else. After what seemed like forever, two wolves appeared in front of the four of them. They must be the Alpha and Beta. They affect they had on everyone was astounding. As tough as she was, Ophelia looked nervous a bit, but that didn't stop her. She was ready and started her attack. Roxas watched for a second, then turned his attention to the Beta. "I'm going to take a assumption and say that we aren't going to be able to talk this out between the two of us." The Beta growled at him and laughed. "You would be correct." She lunged at him. Roxas saw it coming a mile away and dodged out of the way. The werewolf was fast. Much faster than he was for sure, but just because she was faster than him didn't mean that he was at a disadvantage. He was smart and had years of experience. Not to mention if he really needed to he could use the power he had. "You know it's common courtesy to give a name before fighting. Mine Roxas, the man who's going to eradicate your filth off this world." The Beta didn't like that all that much. She snarled at this then lunged again. Roxas stepped out of the way again, this time drawing his daggers and slashing. It didn't do much, but it startled the wolf. "How are you dodging my attacks?" She circled around him. "You see I have spent the last few hour plotting out every single move you would make and making a plan around it. You may be fast, but I'm smarter and probably stronger than you." Roxas laughed and taunted the wolf.

She wasn't having any of that and started to stalk closer to him. Roxas didn't finch at the change of movement at all, but instead smiled and waited. "I thought this fight would be more exiting between the two of us to be honest. So far it's just been us talking. I thought you didn't want to do that at all?" He kept taunting to try and get the wolf to go crazy. "Enough of this. Fight me like a man or are you only good at running away. You look like the kind of man to do that." That stung Roxas a bit. He never ran from a fight.

His eye's turned blood red once again and put the mask on. It was all fun and games up to this point, now Roxas was pissed. He lunged at the Beta and made contact, but she had blocked. She smirked and looked at the cut in her front right leg. "You're going to have to do better than that little man." She lunged at him again this time catching Roxas off guard and pinning him to the ground. Right as she was about to bite his head off, Roxas kicked her off. Once she was off him, he got up and ran after her again. The two clashed and fought viciously and both took equal the amount of damage. Roxas made sure that the Beta didn't bite him at all too. He did not want to turn into one of those monsters. As much as this fight was going okay right now, he knew he wouldn't be able to win without using Ifrit. That wasn't going to happen right now though. If he did that at this moment with everyone still fighting, he would be to wiped out to be able to help more.

Jax watched as everyone performed their roles perfectly, wolves coming in from every angle. The pentagram below her was moving at too fast a speed to actually see the lines and her jacket and hair blew lightly away from her body. She remained still, watching as Ophelia gave Morthos the go ahead. She wasn't offended or upset that her sister had taken control. She was proud, and she followed behind eagerly waiting for Morthos to complete his cage when he felt the moment was ready. She also took the moment to pray. The wolves grew uncomfortable for the minute and as soon as Ophelia and Roxas went charging for the Alpha's, they were preparing to defend their leaders. Jax smirked, her eyes turning a bright green, "My turn."

She spoke harshly in latin her voice booming when suddenly the light beneath her opened and a swarm of loud angry green imps erupted from below her, hiding her shape completely. A horde of little imps that were the same shape and size as Hargul twisted and sprang up howling and spitting at the wolves, descending on them like a horde of angry wasps. There sharp razor like teeth and claws biting and ripping at their hair. Jax ran forward after her assault, moving swiftly with the commotion of the imps. She headed towards one of the larger wolves and twisted the scythe up over her shoulders, slamming the tip into the ground so she could twist kicking the wolf to the ground. She pulled the scythe out and twisted it in a circle up and around to land blade first in the wolfs chest. When she pulled the blade out it was covered in red. She didn't wait to check if it was dead before two more wolves came her way. She pulled her scythe up and launched it towards one of the wolves like a spear, it dodged anticipating the throw lunging at Jax, it's jaws almost snapping at Jax's foot as she jumped up kicking off one of her imps, leaving the wolves to collide into each other. Jax hit the ground and used her momentum to grab at her scythe, flipping up onto her feet. She noticed three more wolves coming towards her and she grew less cocky her movements becoming more precise as she twisted the blade up and then down before rolling it over her shoulders, her body twisting to follow the creatures body language. She turned the blade vertical spinning, in a sharp mechanical motion, as the limbs of wolves fell around her. As she turned to face away from the last wolf she let go of the rod, letting it rush up her arm so she could grab it near its base, the blade moving up to rest behind the neck of a wolf. She pulled forward her opposite hand behind her back as the blade cut through the neck of the creature like butter.

She leaned down turning to see if her team was alright. They seemed fine, holding their ground so far. Jax stood up to her full height, her blade cutting through the wolves with an intense fury. Regardless of how fast they were, they couldn't get close enough to actually touch her. It wouldn't last. She was keeping up with them for now but her endurance would only match them for a while and her magic was already starting to wear on her. She could feel the beginning of a nose bleed and through her barrage of cutting and ripping she had a few close calls that she knew would become more frequent as this went on. When she did get a spare moment she noticed that one of the wolves had broken away from the imps and was running straight at a busy Morthos. She moved without thinking, running at full speed as a battle scream erupted into the air as she twisted her scythe up and over to cut through the barrage of werewolves before slamming into the creature a few feet from where Morthos was standing. She rolled with the creature, it's weight crushing her before it was gone.

She hit her head on the impact, trying to get up quickly when suddenly a weight slammed her back into the ground. She moved her scythe just in time to block the snapping jaws of the wolf. She gripped the rod tightly as the wolf tried to bite through the metal or tear it away from Jax. The metal held strong, as Jax tried to push the beast off of her. She grunted pressing forward when the wolf jumped up to put its paws on the bar. Jax grit her teeth, her elbows hitting the ground as her bones began to fight the pressure. The bar was closer to her face and one of the claws pushed forward to grate a nail over her face. This deep scratch began on her forehead and ended on her cheek. She screamed in pain, blood running down her neck as she slammed her boot into the ground and pushed to one side twisting the blade around so it was laying vertically. The blade up so that the wolf would fall on it.

The wolf did just that after Jax spun on the ground slamming her boot down so the wolf would hit directly on the blade, it's neck hair replaced with red steel. She gasped moving to her knees and covered her bleeding face with her hand. The scratch started from her forehead over her eyebrow and down onto the cheek, and it would most definitely leave a scar. She thanked the gods, that her eye socket was deep enough that the eye was intact. She stood, rage filling her features as she ripped off her jacket and headed into the battle again, the thousands of imps screeching with her as they attacked with a new found vigor. She moved, twisting the scythe back into motion, the chaos furious as she attacked any wolf who dared to come her way. Thinking of the villagers and the children that couldn't defend themselves. The broken families. The pain. Her strength was ignited and she lifted her hands the imps following up behind Roxas and Ophelia attacking any wolves that would try to aid the leader. The wolves were growing smarter and were beginning to turn towards Jax instead, preparing for a full on attack. She called out to Ophelia and Roxas,"YOU BETTER FINISH THIS SOON! I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I CAN KEEP THIS UP."

She adjusted her footing, rubbing her face to remove the blood that was dripping down her cheek and onto her white shirt. Her breathing was harsh as the pack attacked, her scythe coming up in an arch, and then down like a pendulum as she began another barrage of attacks.

The rest of the werewolves had arrived and Morthos saw Ophelia give him the nod to cage them in. He concentrated his magic a moment before unleashing it, "har-har hayit." The wall came to life, encircling all of them in seconds, too thick to run through and too high to jump over, they were all trapped together until it came down.

The fighting was hectic and Morthos could barely tell what was going on. Jax had unleashed a horde of imps on the wolves, but Morthos couldn't watch that as he had his own problems to deal with. They had figured out that the devil man was the one making the fire, great. A lot of his energy and focus had to go to keeping the wall up, luckily werewolves really didn't like fire, so some rasas were enough to keep a few of them at bay.

A moment later he heard a battle cry from Jax heading towards him, then a thump, then a scream of pain. Unfortunately he couldn't try and help her, he hoped she'd be fine, but if he looked at her he'd lose his focus on the other wolves attacking him and keeping the wall up. She seemed to be fine as she yelled at Ophelia and Roxas to hurry it up on their end, and Morthos couldn't help but agree. He drove the wolves back far enough to make a smaller wall around himself, just for a moment of reprieve.

Edward neared Ophelia's crouched body quickly, and she took off away from him in a sprint. From outside, she would look like just blurs, and she neared the wall of fire. She knew the wolves didn't like it one bit, and hoped that her speed mixed with Edward's want to kill her, would make him falter and go into the flames, at least a little. He wasn't moving as quickly as he could be, due to the arrow head in between his ribs. But he still made it to her in a decent amount of time. As soon as she was just close enough to the flames to feel them just barely lick her armor, she made an immediate right turn, a full 90 degree angle and took a few quick steps that way. She watched as Edward's muzzle dipped into the flames, the fur on his face singing and burning the skin beneath. He retreated just as quickly as his face entered, and turned towards Ophelia.

She stood still for a moment, hearing Jax shout to her and Roxas to speed things up. This made Ophelia laugh slightly, given the circumstances. Sometimes things like this took time, but Ophelia looked through the crowd of wolves, who were now turning their attention to Jax. Shoot. Ophelia breathed in, and she could smell Jax's blood clear as day. She did need to hurry it up, she thought. "Let's end this," Ophelia said to Edward again. His yellow eyes were intense on her, and she stood firm. But as she stared him down, a random, younger wolf with much less experience chose to challenge her, without her knowledge. She was knocked down suddenly onto her face and stomach, and she could feel teeth digging into her left shoulder. Ophelia held back a scream of pain, knowing it would only distract the others from their tasks. But she could feel the venom being pumped into her body, despite the fact she knew it wouldn't do anything to her. She reached back and behind her head, which was against the ground, and grabbed at the wolf's scruff of her collar, then pulled her down and forward towards Edward, who seemed to have not moved still. Though Ophelia knew this all only happened in a matter of a few moments. Before Ophelia let go of the younger wolf, she changed her grip on her and snapped her jaw apart fully, then let her crash into Edward.

Before she knew it though, Edward was in front of her, grabbing her and hauling her up off the ground. Ophelia could only do so much with her weapons, though she was talented with them. She did her best fighting when it was with her natural abilities. Her shoulder wound was bleeding profusely, the wolf venom stopping it from healing quickly like it normally would. Her arms were trapped in the claws of the monster that held her, but she kicked out against his ribs with two sharp blows. He let her go, and she moved quickly again, climbing up and onto his back, just as she had done with the wolf in the forest. Her arms wrapped around his throat, and she began to squeeze, blocking off the blood flow as well as his oxygen. He became weak an slow, and stood there still for a few long moments. And Ophelia took her chance then to destroy him. Once it was over with him, the other wolves would either go insane, and step up their attacks ten fold, or surrender. "This is the last time you get to hurt anyone..." Ophelia whispered, knowing full well that Edward could still hear her. And she let that resonate with him, her hands snapping to the side, his neck shattering with the movement as well. His body went limp onto the ground and she climbed off, turning her attention to Roxas for a moment to see where he was at in his fight. She would aid him if she needed to, but she also wanted to ensure that Jax and Morthos were both okay.

Roxas just finished punching the Beta in the face when he heard Jax yell at them to hurry up. This didn't help to much on his end mostly because it broke his concentration. In that split second that he looked away at Jax, the beta came back slashed across his chest. There was a large and very deep claw mark from the top of his right shoulder to the bottom of his left hip. The pain was imminence, but nothing he had never felt before. Regardless this did take the breath out of him and force a stagger and bring him down to his knee. Blood was pouring from his chest onto the ground. Roxas looked up for a second and laughed at the Beta. She seemed to be confused by this. "What are you laughing at? You'll be dead from blood loss in minutes of not less."

Roxas took a second to take a deep breath then slowly stood up. "You have no idea what you just unleashed." He smiled and as if it was possible, his eye's started to glow red. Roxas reached up to his face and tore the mask right off. He screamed in pain as the mask was getting ripped off and just like with the battle between him and Neptune, blue flames engulfed is body. The Beta started to cower slightly, but didn't take her gaze off of Roxas. Roxas looked over at the Beta and frowned. "This was a new outfit you know. Now I have to get another one." He said in that low demonic voice from before. "Now stay still. I only have 20 seconds." He said then sprinted at her. His speed had tripled and the Beta could hardly keep up. She slashed out again the lunged, but it was to late. Roxas had colided with her, picked her up, then slammed the body into the ground.

This process happened three or four times before the Beta released herself. She got behind Roxas for a second and slashed his back up significantly. The amount of power flowing through him made it so he couldn't feel the pain now, but later was going to be hell. He head fast, but he still felt ever bit of pain as a normal human would. at the third slash, Roxas turned and cought her arm. He looked at it then her and smiled as he shattered it. The scream from the wolf was loud and painful. He let her yell for a second then grabbed her by the throat. "You're rain of terror stops here. No one should have to suffer because of you filth. I will do you this one kindness and free you from this world." At that moment, his hand started to glow and his whole left arm bust into flames. The Beta wiggled as much as she could, but her efforts were fruitless. Seconds after his arm flamed up, she lit up too. The wiggles became lashes and only lasted for a bit before her body went limp. He threw her to the side and made sure that the job was done before walking over to pick up his mask.

Before putting on the mask, Roxas looked at his watch. '10 seconds over. That shouldn't do any major damage. I hope.' He thought to himself as he placed the mask back on his face. In an instant all the pain that he would have felt flowed through him. It was almost unbearable to take. Roxas looked over at Ophelia for a second and noticed that she was looking at him. He smiled a weary smile as he fell to his knees. "I think I over did it." He groaned then passed out on the floor, hitting his head hard against the concrete.

Jax let a battle cry echo through the area, the blade of her scythe moving up and through a werewolf as blood spurted across the red-stained concrete. She pulled the scythe up and under her arm twisting it up and around her neck at the same time a werewolf was running at full speed towards her. She jumped up barrel rolling the scythe still moving in rotation around her neck so it would cut the beast's shoulder beneath her. She hit the ground at an angle grabbing her scythe as she prepared for the next barrage. She noted a slight resistance and turned to watch Ophelia battle the Alpha. Her eyes flared up as the imps began screeching and attacking outsiders that were preparing to interrupt her sister.

Her one eye was useless after the scratch but with the good one, she could see Ophelia was taking control of the fight. She watched as she finished off Edward and was about to shout out her excitement for her when suddenly something hit her from the side and she hit the ground hard her scythe flying to the left of her. She gasped, getting to her feet quickly as she stared down at a young wolf with bright yellow eyes. She clenched her fists, standing to her full height when the wolf ran at her. Her green eyes flared, the pentagrams on her hands glowing even brighter as three imps slammed into the wolf from the side. Jax let out a shallow breath, blood beginning to flow freely down her nose. She had to send the imps back soon or she would lose control of them and they would attack her team. She ran for her scythe, the werewolf that had just attacked her following her with increasing speed. She jumped forward over her scythe and then turned on the ground, hefting the rod end so the pointing tip would go up into the werewolf's belly. She looked up in terror as the jaws of the wolf snapped right above her before it sank down in death.

She let out a breath and kicked forward, the body of the wolf slipping off her point. She stood, looking over at Ophelia as she rubbed the blood away that was still running down her face. Their eyes connected and she gave her sister a weary nod and smile before she heard the scream of the female werewolf. She watched as Roxas' arm turned to flame, and then the female wolf herself was engorged. She could feel the resistance within the wolves grow weaker, many of them turning to run into the warehouse or change back into humans. Roxas was looking rough though. His back was torn to shreds and she could tell he was exhausted when he spoke to Ophelia. Suddenly he was on his knees and he hit the concrete harshly. Her eyes widened, and she ran over towards him, snatching up her jacket on her way. Ophelia reached him well before she did so Jax kept some distance. She walked over slowly handing her jacket to her sister so she could give it to Roxas as a pillow. She bent down to look at his back, ignoring her injuries completely, "Holy shit...his back. We have to get him to a hospital or he will bleed out."

She looked over towards Morthos, werewolves charging at him trying to break him so they could escape, "Morthos need's help with the rest, and I can't sustain the imps for much longer. We need to help him then get Roxas to the hospital."

She stood, resting her scythe on her shoulders, "Let's finish them. Kariana style?"

She looked over at her twin, her confident smile barely hindered by the heavy face wound, after Ophelia's response she ran towards the werewolves, the imps coming up behind her like a wave as she threw her scythe high up in the air. She went full speed jumping up to step on one of the imps then another as she dove forward into the air catching the scythe and falling into the werewolves head first, her body spinning as the blade came down in a flurry on them. She hit the ground hard and rolled forward the blade coming up to cut and slash at any werewolf still daring to fight. Blood was beginning to run down her ears now, but she ignored it, fighting so close to Morthos and his flame wall that the heat began to singe parts of her clothes. She hooked her scythe up and around the belly of a werewolf, her leg hooking underneath the rod as she fell forward, using her full body weight to throw the body into the flames.

She was breathing hard, preparing to stand up when she fell to her knees. She was at her limit with her magic. If she didn't put the imps back, she would lose control of them. She started the incantation, clenching her fists as she closed her eyes and leaned up onto her knees, a scream of exhaustion erupting from her lungs as she forced the swarm towards the glowing hole a few feet from her. The imps howled in pain and aggravation as they were almost yanked from their place back into the light of the pentagram. Jax lifted her arms, her glowing green eyes opened only lightly as the rest of the swarm was engulfed. Suddenly the light was gone and her arms fell forward to hit the ground, her teeth grinding together as she took a moment to feel the raw pain of her battling. The adrenaline was gone now. She was exhausted, and her body began to shake lightly as a werewolf came running at her. Her weary eye widened as she lifted up her scythe to defend herself, knowing that she wouldn't be quick enough. She prepared for impact, her body tensing as the wolf came closer.

Ophelia and Roxas must have done their part, because some of the wolves retreated back in to the building. Unfortunately a lot of them really hated Morthos just for the fire thing and weren't giving up. He was running out of options, luckily he was saved by his team. Hearing Jax scream gave him enough time to push the wolves back by extending his personal fire wall and roll out of the way so he wasn't caught in the crossfire. The wolves changed focus, mostly out of necessity or else they'd get sliced down immediately. When it seemed they were all gone Jax returned the imps back to the pit from whence they came.

At that moment a wolf came out of nowhere and started charging Jax, she held up her scythe to try and defend herself but Morthos found new strength and ran at the wolf full force and tackled it from the side, making sure it didn't get Jax. It bit his arm but Morthos didn't care about that now, he pinned the wolf as it snarled and tried to escape. "You will not hurt her, she is mine and I will protect her if it kills me. You're done," Morthos took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do, har-har infigar. An explosion engulfed Morthos and the wolf, when the flames were gone, the wolf was dead and Morthos rolled off the body. The flame wall disappeared, if any of the wolves tried to run he couldn't stop them, he'd used all his mana on that last move. He breathed heavily, hopefully the others could handle the rest, he was done.

Roxas started to dream about his past. It started out like it normally did which was nice. Meeting Celti and the rest of the party. It was a wonderful time. Nothing got past them at all, they were one of the top teams in the guild. The Phantom Thieves of Heart. It was the only time Roxas truly felt wanted and needed. Celti was always kind to him too and it was almost like they were inseparable. No they were't together or anything, but they sure really liked each other. Both of them were just to afraid to tell the other. The dream was spectacular in every way. Until it came to the end. When Ifrit arrived. It was the worst day of his life and would change Roxas forever. The happy, joyful, sweet Roxas everyone knew was gone forever.

Roxas woke up in a panic. "Celti!" He yelled, his heart racing as he sat up quickly. The pain from his back was still there, but not as bad. The healing process must have started which was good. He wouldn't be feeling much in no time. The last thing he could remember was kicking ass then falling. Guess he must have been knocked out and dragged here. Looking around, he noticed that he was in an ER. Ophelia was sitting there next to the bed looking right at him. He had told her a bit about Celti so maybe she would think that he was just having a bad dream. Which he was. "Sorry..." Roxas moaned. "Bad dream.. Did we win?" He looked around and couldn't find Jax or Morthos. "Where's the other two?"

Roxas looked down and noticed that he didn't have his shirt on. It must have been to get at the wound on his back. That meant that everything was showing. Both the SPA and Phantom Thieves tattoo and the large Pentagram on his back keeping Ifrit in. Looks like there's going to be a lot of explaining to do. Or if he was lucky they would just avoid the topic all together.

Jax sat quietly in the waiting room with a cup of hot coffee cupped in her hand. Part of her face, including her left eye was bandaged, stitching holding up the scar beneath it. Cosmetically she would never look the same, but luckily the eye was saved. She stared into the dark liquid thinking back to the last bit of the fight. Morthos protecting her from a wolf and declaring she was 'his.' Ophelia tearing the rest of the wolves a new one. She let out a sigh and sat up looking over at Morthos softly, not knowing what to say. She grimaced, taking a sip of the coffee before she placed it on the table before her, not liking what she had to do. She stood up and stretched slightly before turning back about to say something. She paused, shutting her eyes/eye and then spoke evenly, a slight bit of fear leaking into her words,"Look I appreciate you saving me Morthos and I care for you very very deeply okay... but...I don't belong to anyone. I'm not your girlfriend, you aren't mine and I am not yours. Got it."

She opened her eyes and changed her tone, "Look I don't want to fight with you or let our relationship overshadow what we did. I still like you. I want to have fun with you, but 'mine' is a little too close to the love boundary that I absolutely will not cross."

She walked back to pick up her coffee and downed the remains, a slight burn moving down her throat before she moved over to lean down in front of him, "However as said...Thank you for saving me, it was incredibly brave and very very sexy."

She leaned up and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before she stood up and crossed her arms looking up at the clock, "He should be up any time now I am thinking."

Suddenly a booming voice comes up behind Jax, "JAX? IS THAT YOU UNDER ALL THAT BLOOD!"

Jax turned to see her dad walking into the room with mom in tow. She walked over smiling, "Dad? Is that you under all that hair?"

He gave her a wide smile and tousled her hair before giving her a light hug. She then turned to mom and gave her a warm, but confident smile, "Mom. Looking absolutely gorgeous as usual."

Mom looked over her with a neutral expression, before giving a light smile, "Did you expect anything less?"

Jax rolled her eyes, but laughed, "Of course not. It's nice seeing you guys. Oh this is Morthos!"

She turned waving over to him, "He's my.."

Dad interrupted holding out his hand, "Your boyfriend! Oh, thank god we were really worried you would continue with that 'I will be single until I find the strongest man alive' charade you put up. Welcome to the FAMILY, SON!"

Jax blushed three tones of red, "DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He is not my boyfriend. We are friends."

Dad blinked, whilst mom looked at Morthos evenly, "Oh okay Jax..whatever you say." He shook Morthos' hand, "Take care of my daughter."

Jax slapped her legs in frustration.

Morthos was still laying in his bed when Jax had come to check on him. Most of the left side of her face was bandaged up, they all took a bit of a beating in that fight, it would have been a lot worse for Jax if Morthos hadn't tackled that wolf for her. Of course, Jax discussed with him how his words may have been a bit strong. "Right, sorry," Morthos said rather sheepishly, avoiding her gaze, I got a little heated, no pun intended. I just didn't want you getting hurt, I'll try and control myself better next time." She did kiss him on the cheek and say saving her was pretty sexy, so he supposed not everything was bad, "you weren't too bad yourself taking on all those wolves, glad you like your present."

Jax was waiting for someone, so while she looked at the clock Morthos had a mage hand bring his staff over to help him stand and he summoned back his normal clothes and dispersed his armour. Suddenly two people were in the room, who Morthos quickly deduced were Jax and Ophelia's parents. Jax was insisting that she and Morthos were not a couple but her dad wasn't buying it, Morthos gave him a nice firm handshake, "nice to meet you sir, I'd love to if only she'd let me, I'm sure you know how she is," he gave a hearty laugh and moved on to greeting the mother. He gave her a deep bow then took her hand in his, "pleasure to meet you as well madam. He kissed her on the back of her hand and said, "now I see where Jax gets her good looks from." Was Morthos sucking up? Maybe a bit, but this was also his nobleman status coming in to play, this was how you greeted someone whom you wushed to show respect.