[b]Grey Onyx[/b]

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Lucilia had simply nodded when Grey insisted he accompany her to wherever she was going. He cared little for exact destinations, so long as he could keep an eye on her. To be honest, he didn't really know what the cause of this obsession with the woman was, but it had finally started to worry him slightly. While fond of her, he hadn't felt so... devoted before today. And it wasn't like his mind was being controlled here, she couldn't do that. At least he didn't think she could. Anyway, as he followed he was jolted back to reality when he heard a noise. One that sounded like... er, he didn't really have a comparison. Whatever sound shitloads of angry demons tended to make. Come to think of it, he had seen the types of demons Tyrael preferred to summon, and these didn't match [b]"L-lucilia?! These are not Tyrael's!"[/b] He yelled, caught by surprise. However, surprise soon turned to determination as his instincts took over. [B]"Stay close!"[/b] He barked as he raised his shield and readied his weapon. His job was to protect her, sure. But he was under no delusion that she was defenseless, he was merely trying to bring her into a sort of formation so they could best combine their talents. [b]"You provide support! I'll keep them off of you!"[/b] 

As the two fought their way down the halls, He was vaguely aware of Lucilia screaming to head towards Khan as he beheaded an unfortunate Demon, Marring his shining armor with gore. He was unsure why, he was definitely among the strongest fighters in the damn place, tied with Tyrael and slightly ahead of several of the more ferocious sudents, not to mention he had five ridiculously powerful Demons to call upon. However, as he was lost in thought, one enterprising Imp had managed to tear off his helmet, before Grey's mighty fist crushed him against a wall. [b]"Affirmative!"[/b] He shouted as he left it behind. There was no time to waste, they had to reach their destination. Watching his movements as he crushed all the cannon fodder standing before him, you'd think he'd had proper military training. Every swipe, every time he shunted something aside with his shield, an overwhelming sense of raw discipline manifested itself. His fighting style had a highly trained 'spec ops' feel to it, as no movement was wasted, and no openings were made as he pushed through the horde with brutal efficiency. Though on many occasions he would have been overwhelmed were it not for Lucilia's magic, or so he assumed. The sheer number of foes prevented him from taking his focus off pushing through. He felt his hate intensify as he passed several halls, Demons fighting students he had no time to rescue. His mission was too important, and he would have to put his faith in his fellow Guardsmen.

However, when they reached Khan he felt his Iron resolve falter a bit. He witnessed him crumpled on the ground as a demon was about to finish him. This caused him to ignore the Demons near him and Lucilia. [b]"KHAN!"[/b] He shouted desperately as he rushed forward. He knew he couldn't make it all the way down the hall in time but instinct drove him to charge. However, the distraction caused by this newcomer's screaming caused the demon to falter, just a little, but it afforded Khan the time to bat it aside with his wing. He quickly and without thinking tossed his axe as if it were a simple hatchet, it finding it's way right into the skull of the demon that nearly killed Khan. As it sliced it's face in two, he relaxed. Khan was safe (Relatively speaking) for now. Grey looked up to Khan and greatly respected the man. He couldn't allow him to die, the world needed men like him. However, he had realized that there were more demons, and he had thrown his only weapon aside. As yet more hellish minions engaged him, they found he was still exceptionally deadly in unarmed combat, as his titanic might coupled with his steel gauntlets proved perfectly adept at crushing their worthless skulls, not to mention his shield.

He felt righteous anger overtake him as he fought, but he did not rampage or even scream. He had gone completely cold, though in his eye one could see a boundless hate boiling with a heat to rival the Inferno itself. Not that demons could really be intimidated, but if they could they would doubtless have fled by now. As he broke apart the throat of one Demon with the edge of his shield, he turned to find Khan in considerable pain. What happened next terrified him. He'd heard stories of Khan's other Demons. Rathel and Zaad weren't all bad, but the rest were nightmares. Sadism incarnate, a twisted countess, and worst of all, a being that was destruction in it's purest sense. Something that was truly a monster. Wordlessly, he hopped back as Lucilia had mopped up her demons, and stood between them and her, shield raised. 

As the large one roared, he knew they were not under his command. Further confirmed by the lanky one's 'dialogue' with Khan. and then, they moved in to engage. Grey... didn't know what to do. His strength and endurance, while ridiculous, were not boundless and he lacked the experience of warriors like Ssarak or that half-elven Berzerker he had passed in the halls at one point. He had never fought anything that would even compare to the monstrosities bearing down on him. But... No. He would not give up. If he had to die here, it wouldn't matter. If just one more person was able to live out their lives because of his sacrifice, it would be worth it. But he still had to figure out a plan. Regretfully, he would need to abandon Lucilia. If he allowed the large one to get anywhere near her, she was doomed. He didn't know about the smaller one, but he knew Lucilia's skillset was not suited to fighting such beasts, if the previous fights were any indication. The best he could do was distract it long enough for her to hopefully stop the other one long enough for them to combine their power and defeat the large one. He moved forward to confront the elemental nightmare, what would likely be his final battle. [b]"I do not fear you, abomination! Not a single notch will be added to my gauntlet, not one life will be lost! I will stop you!"[/b] He shouted as he rushed forward, shield held up. He was planning on sliding down, before jumping up and slamming his shield into it's chin, his considerable forward momentum only adding to the strike.