[u]Uicle[/u]
 
Uicle was sitting in a corner, holding his head in his hands, trying to block memories that should have long been dead. A young woman, Naesaran human. Blonde hair, warm brown eyes. Healer robes. "The past is supposed to stay in the past. The dead are not supposed to bother the living unless specifically summoned to do so." He muttered, ignoring the disbelieving huff Greg gave him. Aarem's cursed was unending, and he was doomed to be stuck in a suit of armor as a spirit as long as his staff remained intact and undamaged. Naturally, he couldn't break the damn thing himself. A thing that annoyed him to no end. 
 
It was in the process of this self-pity that he was simultaneosly struck by alarms from all his golems, and a demon's claws went through his skull. His head shot up in surprise, and was immediately pinned to the wall by a demon who was apparently looking for a quick lunch. It was roughly five feet tall , almost human like except for the three sets of eyes, with vibrant blue skin that was contrasted by it's blood red yes and claws that dripped with the blood. Uicle gave a growl that sounded more bestial than even Greg's. "I'll enjoy this." Before the Demon could do more then widen it's eyes in pain, there was a wet [i]splat[/i], and fluids(mostly blood) splattered all over the walls and floor and Uicle. The corpse was left nothing more then dried out bones and general organs and flesh and muscles. Uicle stepped over the mess, flicking some of the fluids off of him, his mind already giving orders to the Golems in and outside of the College. It seemd that the Demons had all gone crazy. One command was given out. [i]PROTECT THE STUDENTS[/i] The diplomats had their own soldiers. Let them deal with the protection.
 
"This is why you rely on Golems. They don't go crazy, they don't even have free will! They just do what they're told, and they do it damn well!" Uicle grumbled, continuing to do so even when he slipped on a small bit of Demon fluid on the ground six steps from the main mess.
 
In the halls of the College, Gargoyles flew from their posts to tackle and tear at demons. Suits of armor picked up weapons that hadn't been used in years and started swinging. Those weapons not being used suddenly yanked themselve from their racks and attacked. Fire Golems burned those that could be burned. Wind Golems grabbed those students who were injured and started blowing them away, or forcing those Demons that could fly to the ground. Every Golem that could fight or evacuate students was doing one or the other. Sometimes both.
 
[u]Mackendrick[/u]
 
Only one [url=http://s2.goodfon.com/wallpaper/previews-middle/458203.jpg]man[/url] in the dining hall wasn't panicking. In fact, he seemed to be chuckling. After pleading horrible burns and general wounds to the guards at the gates, he was able to avoid removing his mask and continue into the College. His weapons he kept under the pretense of bodyguard. It was mildly amusing to him that they believed him, considering that he was the exact opposite of a bodyguard. Of course, his attire wasn't exactly stealthy or inconspicous, but that was the point.He wasn't here to cause death subtley. No, he was paid to make two deaths public and bloody and to have a unique appearance that will leave no doubts. Of course, with the attacking everyone, that plan was ruined, but two deaths would still serve the same purpose. And it would be fun now. A challenge. "I always did love a challenge." In the world before Tiien, his accent would have been known as Scottish.
 
As he stood there, talking to himself, a demon tried to rip it's claws into his side. Mackendrick didn't even glance at it, pressing his fingers against his wrist. When the demon's claws struck, he didn't even flinch. One of the claws actually broke, leaving the demon roaring in pain and confusion, right up until Mackendrick grabbed it and threw it with abnormal strength across the Dining Hall. He aimed ittowards the frozen doors that were blocking more demons from coming in. After all, you could never have too many demons in this chaos, could you?
 
Drawing two knives, he began making his way towards the Djarkel diplomat, killing anything(Be they demon, student, or part of the visitors) in his path.