She looked around at the chaos unfolding panicking a small amount “guys stop stop stop stop” nobody heard her, eventually it got too much and her hands shot out to the sides and she yelled “STOP!” And a blast of light struck the middle of the group blasting everyone to the ground and having a small impact crater. In the flash lavender wings had shot out of her back and for a second her voice had a double effect and her eyes bright gold, the voice effect became very small quickly but her eyes still glowed if less brightly. She said quietly “guys stop”

The group blasted apart in a large magical eruption, which flashed brightly in her vision. She blinked involuntarily, despite her eyelids making no difference to mitigating the effect of the flash. The shock wave of it had knocked her over onto her backside and left her momentarily breathless and surprised. A bright new aura stood strong, and the feel of the magic said this creature was the originator of the initial blast.

She was also demanding the fighting stop. Was she some form of local guard? An innocent bystander? A friend of one of the fighters? The variables were endless. In a world stranger than her own (which in itself could be very strange indeed), anything could be possible. Her aura dimmed considerably, but remained present. A potentially ominous sign that more might occur.

Aran righted herself and got to her feet to survey the small clearing the blast had made. Bodies lay every which way, and the small crater the spell had left was limned with tiny little sparks of residual magic. That little incident would upset the odds even amongst demon hunters. She was impressed.

She ventured a little closer this time, and leaned against a tree trunk, weapons tucked loosely under her arm, waiting to see how the others reacted to the intervention.

Venson stands up, hissing. He looks up, his eyes reptilian slits. He spins his scythe, and spits out, "Why should we? We both want the other dead." He points his scythe at John. "He attacked first." His body shimmers slightly, and he seems to fade slightly, like a ghost.

When the woman picked him up, Skye was a little conflicted. He appreciated the gesture, but felt a little creepy; he doubted she would have done this if she had known that he was actually just a small, disheveled boy in the shape of an animal.

He didn’t have time to dwell on this, however, as Hannah interjected with a huge display of power. The shockwave knocked him out of the woman’s arms and sent him tumbling to the ground. Before he realized it, he had turned back into a human with another little poof.

“Ahhh, jeez…” he hoped the soreness he was feeling didn’t come with any visible injuries; his parents had made him promise that he wouldn’t get any new scratches or bruises before the party.

@Shadow Dragon@Letmehaveone2@Allycat@unicorgi

Yes, pain shot through Johns arm when it broke and yes, he had a brief urge to retreat and rub it in agony. The ability to feel pain was a gift bestowed upon all humans, after all, but the luxury to react to this pain was not one afforded to anyone in the world John was from, unless they wanted to live beneath someone elses boot all their life. But what Bastard did?

So when the fist hit John in the jaw following his arm breaking, he jumped back but fell on his feet, but didn't scream, didn't make a sound, didn't even touch his arm. He stood with the same aggressive look in his eye as before, and the only sign he was injured was the snapping sound before. Most people, even the tweakers, stopped when they were cut open vertically, but for some reason not this guy who resembled Azrael. He hadn't been lied to: these people had some kind of supernatural abilities, but surely they could still be killed.

So John drew his S&W Revolver lightning quick (a feat to make any wild west gunman gawk in amazement), but refrained from shooting it, as he knew his aim would be affected when the woman let out a bright burst of light and the ground burst into a small crater. Wings shot from her back. When he was in his teens, Mustang tasked him with digging up the past by reading old books on history, science, mythology, etc. He never considered any of the creatures in these books could be real...until now. Could this woman be...a valkyrie?

@letmehaveone2

“it doesn’t matter who attacked first I’m mad at both of you!” Any hesitation was replaced with anger. In her hand appeared something like a fireball except made of light. “I’ll do it again if I have too” the truth was that she didn’t know exactly how to trigger an explosion like that, she could do it instinctually but not on purpose. Though she did have other ways of stopping them she hoped they didn’t see the tiniest glint of hesitation return or the fact that she was bluffing.

He snarls, backing away from the light. "What did I do to you, angel girl? This isn't your fight, so stay out of it!" His eyes glow black.

Skye stood up, watching the situation start to heat up again. He wanted to speak up and try to help defuse things, but he was worried about what might happen.

Well, screw it. “Um, why are you even fighting in the first place? Maybe if you just talked, you wouldn’t have to fight…”

He points at John with his blade. "This psycho attacked me unprovoked. Ask him, he started it." He hisses, an animalistic snarl on his face.

She gestured to skye “at least somebody’s talking sense! Also seriously! He started it? What are you a bunch of preschoolers?”

"Preschool?" John smirked. Schooling was a luxury of the past, before things became dangerous.

He holstered his gun, but was ready to draw it again as quick as he did a minute ago. He might need to, considering the hooded man hissing was either more insane than himself or not at all human. John pointed at Darth with his other axe.

"That man may not be who I thought he was, but I still know a threat when I see one. I attacked him, and the hooded one attacked me."

Skye looked down, hiding in his oversized hoodie. “Sorry…” he mumbled, pulling his hood over his head.

He should leave. He should just turn around and go home. Try to climb through his window as quietly as possible and hope his parents don’t ask him where he’s been.

But his legs just wouldn’t move.

@MikkishtheLeprechaun

"And I was going to fight back until that one (@Shadow Dragon) intervened." Of course, all Darth wanted to do was cause more chaos while his host(Jyden) on the other hand also wanted him and others to stop trying to kill things or people.

The more she heard these people talk, the more she wondered if insanity was contagious. "He started it" was, indeed, a child's excuse for doing any kind of fighting.

<"What is your reason for fighting demons?"> the voice leered in the back of her mind.

<"The burning legion is intent on destroying all worlds, and is hardly a comparison to a spat in the woods. You also slaughtered my family and destroyed my home. You had it coming,"> she told it without hesitation.

And speaking of the demon within- something about one of the fighters seemed...off. His aura was more complex than the others, seeming jumbled, as if more than one aura were trying to coexist in the same body, but having a fight about it. It would have been unnoticeable to anyone else, but to a demon hunter's spectral vision, it posed an interesting question.

Considering that the possum had just transformed into a young boy a few moments ago, it was already clear that not all was as it seemed.

Was he also a demon? Her vision didn't seem to think it was. Not completely anyway.

<"He isn't one of ours, if that's what you're asking,"> the demon within cackled.

<"You're awfully chatty this evening. Do shut up.">

Aran stepped a little closer, but out of the direct line of fire that that glowing orb of power in the woman's hand presented. She didn't care to be caught in the cross fire that might occur, especially as the slight quaver in her voice and the level of bluster in her tone suggested she was nervous, and apt to do any wild thing. Aran, on the other hand, was feeling the predator within rearing it's head. Aran didn't want a fight tonight but oh... she did kind of want a fight tonight.

Especially if it was demon blood she'd taste.

"Forgive my intrusion," she said smoothly, speaking just loud enough for the group to hear. Her voice, tainted by the fel power that burned in her blood, was deep and alien. "Before you decide to torch the forest, perhaps you should question this creature," and with one, sharp-taloned hand, she gestured elegantly at the one with the confused aura (@Letmehaveone2). "I think you might find he's of... two minds."

John looked around at the unusual...creatures all around him. It was true: he was far from home.

"Where am I? Who are all of you?" He demanded.

The hand holding the magic dropped and her other hand motioned at him with disbelief. “You don’t even know where we are and you just started attacking people?!” She gaped in even more disbelief the face palmed and mumbled very quietly under her breath “you’re a special kind of idiot aren’t ya”

"Pretty simple, you dumb little man. We're your would be "victims", and now we're at perfect liberty to kill you." His eyes glow red.

And yet another person interjected into the situation, this time an intimidating-looking woman with glowing eyes. Okay, sure. Party in the woods, good times. Skye just stopped trying to make sense of anything that was happening around him; it was just making him anxious.

At least he wasn’t the only one who was confused. The ax-guy seemed to be lost as well. Of course, his first response was to try to kill a guy. Skye definitely couldn’t relate to that.

Scythe-guy wasn’t any better in that regard. What’s up with these people that murder is their go-to solution to things?

“Let’s, uh, maybe not kill anyone though?”

Johns brow furrowed, not in hostility or sheer anger, but in irritation.

"Well somebody dragged me here while knocked out and was dumb enough to let me keep my weapons, then I saw someone brandishing katanas. I think attacking was a perfectly reasonable response."

John knew he would have to do something about his arm.

"Now that thats out of the way, one of you got his throat cut and is still standing. One of you got stabbed and ripped open with a knife and lived. A girl has wings and is throwing balls of light. Where am I?"