[u]Teachers Within Dining Hall[/u]

Within the chaos of the Dining Hall magic of all stages erupted. From the strong attacks of the almost masters to the weak attempts in the novices, students and teachers alike had stirred to the conflict which erupted around them. Frost had focused upon the air as the temperature dropped near the other door opposite of Tyrael and Satori, ice crackled and solidified along the edges to seal the hordes out. Their claws and weapons banged heavily, the door held firmly but it wouldn’t last forever. 

Abbadon was busy, his form hunched over one of the many wounded. A student, a young frighten man, was shaking and his body spread across the floor’s surface while he bled. There was a large gash in his side where a demon has attempted to slice him in half before the teacher had decapitated it. His eyes flickered up to see many of the others, the teachers included, had shifted their original intentions of killing the demons right out to slicing away their heads. His hands were reddened by the blood he tried to starch with a ripped piece of his own robes, worried he wasn’t properly doing it as he couldn’t stop singing to merely heal the young man. 

His voice rang out deeply and in a soothing Latin phrase over and over. To any ears that heard it, they would immediately feel a slight calm wash over their minds for a moment. His words then entered their mind to speak with them and direct them in their actions, now able to think clearly to either allow them to escape or fight back. Sadly, to Abbadon’s anger, his words weren’t the right type to mend the boy and won’t do him much good if the student bled out.He needed help to stop it. 

Unknown to Abbadon, a demon had gotten close and raised his sword to plant it right into the teacher’s back. Or so it thought. Instead, it’s eyes widened and from it’s throat was a small icy tip that protruded from its neck then ripped off its head. It’s goblin like head went flying into the already growing pile at the room’s center. It’s body slumped as Frost’s lips pulled up into a cheeky smile, her feet planted upon the corpse’s lifeless form. 

Her voice was merry with a slight tone of a well done job, her hand pushed her glasses back up. “Looked like you needed a hand, Abbadon.” 

The man didn’t stop singing but nodded his thanks towards her before redirected his focus to shift to healing spell. Frost didn’t waste time to help out her next ally, Xeric. The Eysire was using the torches to create a large flame wall from the horde pouring into the room where Alaira’s current foe had left. Each creature was burned by an intense flame about a fourth of the sun’s temperature and only a few had managed to get through, their hides made to tolerate the extreme heat. They instantly headed towards Xeric who leapt back with surprising agility for her age. Her tail, red hot with white flames, slapped the demon’s leg burning easily through it. It crumbled only to have Frost shout, her small body spun a makeshift spear from one of the few intact candle stands, at the Esyire. Without missing a pace, Xeric’s hand jerked out and caught it. Her hand instantly sent it about then right through the demon’s head which she grunted then poured heat into it, cooking the flesh and ripped it off the shoulders.
 
“Thanks.” Xeric’s gratitude was heard in a stern and firm tone, her head turned way to notice something that concerned her before leaping to someone’s aid. Meanwhile, she glimpsed what she thought was a vampire instantly dash by in a flat out run. 

[u]Heus[/u]

Heus’s small, stone like head watched the man. They were filled with pain and suffering, his mind unable to understand complex emotions like confusion or worry, as his form struggled to straighten upright. The hallway’s roof scrapped against his horns and brought down several block to crumble along his form. He barely felt it enough to flinch, his single mindedness in full blow attack mode. He wanted to make the pain to stop. Make it stop but the man shouted at him, his words held little meaning to the Demon before Grey rushed forward to attack. Heus’s arm move to counter attack by swinging his arm in a wide arc in front of himself. The arm moved slow but with the force a thousand battering rams held, more than enough to send Grey rocketing through nearest wall and several yards after. 

However instead of his attack hitting, Grey instantly dropped out of sight. Unable to slow or stop his momentum within the swing, Heus’s mouth roared in challenge only to receive a sharp pain upon his chin for his trouble. His jaw shoved upwards and roughly cut off his cry with a hard slam. His body tilts only a bit, his mass and strength still superior to Grey’s, while his eyes roll into his skull for a moment. He tries to move his first arm back around only feel it stuck fast. Heus jerked again and again, his mind barely registered it wasn’t going to move. 

Unknown the dull creature, Lucilia’s roses had entwined like a net catching fish over his arm. They withered and wormed their way along the lower part and trail upwards, slowing him down. A frustrating roar erupted into the air. The sound carried and vibrated, again tiny bits of the roof collapsed from the raw power in the cry. After a few moments, a whoosh of flames erupted from his open mouth right at Grey. If he didn’t move, the man was going to suffer second to third degree burns along his face and torso. 

At the same time, Heus’s arm ripped itself free of Lucilia’s roses. The roots were torn from the stone and where fling away rather easily. Like a child discarding a toy. With his arm freed, Heus’s body rushed forward across the hallway and impacted upon other side. Whether Grey was sandwiched between didn’t matter to the monstrosity as he plowed into wall, his feet ripped from the briars that entangled his feet and stopped short of breaking through to the outside, unaware of the gas Upsah had released into the small area. 

[u]Upsah[/u]

Upsah felt an excited spark jolt through his being, his hollowed sockets turned upon the bitch as he listened to his fellow demons scream. Their skin ripped and twisted up by the briar’s sharp thorns, like nature’s barbwire, causing a splatter of blood to spray crimson upon his pasty skin. His thin muscle flickered in reaction that reflected his enjoyment at the gore. He smirked as his hoof stepped forward into the pool of blood and indented the perfect puddle, small glops of skin scattered throughout the hallway’s length. Screams and panic filled his very being with a high he had long since missed when he slaughtered young whores in London. Most not fit to keep their insides, their ability to create life, as he tore it away from them in the most powerful statement. 

His hard toe clopped upon the stones when he approached Lucilia, his skull fixed in a permanent grin.A few maggots dropped off his arm in his movement’s wake and dotted the floor. Unlike Zaad, Rathel or even stupid Heus, the demon naturally not vicious unless told, he wasn’t in any sort of pain when his Sin had grown in power. In his past, Upsah had willing gave in to its desires long ago and allowed it to feed him with purpose. It was a drive for his actions then and continued to be.

Though nothing settled within his eyes, there seemed to be intense joy in his body when Lucilia’s rose twisted into a sword and shield. Her hand held the latter defensively but it won’t help her much. Like everything else, the fancy plants would wither and die in his grasp. Nothing was immune to his decay. Not now or ever. 

The soft sound of something stretching followed by the pricking upon his flesh caused Upsah to look upon his arm. Vines, green and leafy, had sprung up to twist on his limbs then hinder his movement by roping him down. His skull clacked in protest. His hand reached and placed upon the vivid greenery, his magic caused their stems and leaves to darken into black husks which crumbled into dust. His hollow ear caught the sound the mason stones being ripped away by Heus at his side. [i]Stupid whore[/i] he inwardly snickered to himself. 

His little mental taunt died then when Lucilia released several vials, their glass containers shattered upon the ground then the contents emerged as gas. They billowed into thick smoke and spread around, his body stung when it came into contact. Upsah hissed in anger. His prey wasn’t supposed to fight him but just die and let him rip her to pieces. Several cuts had scored across his surface from the vines, even torn into his rotted wounds yet none seemed to have distracted him with their pain nor did the gas which had begun to burn the arcanite within him. His mottled looking wings rose to spread out then with all his strength he flapped it, creating a gust that shoved the gases in Khan’s direction. 

Naturally with Khan’s runes, they made him part demon because of his connection. It was why he could survive the Inferno like Tyrael without burning up but was drawback to that little perk. Some weapons which targeted Demons also affected him, even if it was to a milder degree. Though Upsah wasn’t sure if the gas would kill Khan instantly, he knew it would hurt like hell. His mind smirked when he heard Khan’s scream follow shortly after the gas had settled over the headmaster’s skin. He seemed delighted at Lucilia’s comment when she said he would regret his choice and merely answered her with his whispering voice. 

“Considering you’re a pretty thing, I’m going to enjoy tearing you apart. Namely when it is from the inside out!” In a short moment after his words, white smoke poured from his jaws. It was likely too fast for Lucilia to react, and if she could, there was little place to go as it spread out over Heus, Grey, Lucilia and even Khan. Upon contact in any form it, all save for Heus who was too dumb to understand true fear, would edge them into their worst nightmares soon enough. It was thick and powerful, fasting enough to barely give them a chance to defend again it.