[u]Upsah[/u] 

The vines easily secured Upsah and started to constrict but he barely struggled. Despite the pain and strain on his bones, his mind was set upon the hallway’s destruction. His blood raced quickly to age the stones causing more to crash down among the combatants until suddenly, it stopped. A heavy one had been just above Grey’s head, aimed to crush the distracted man’s head, only to stop and suspend there in midair. It seemed to have a mind of its own as the sounds of metal footsteps echoed throughout the scene. 

Upsah forced his head to turn upon the glimpse of green glow in the corner of his eye, his head faced through the woven pattern Lucilia’s plants created. From his mist came a silhouette of what would’ve first been mistaken as a man only to reveal one of Khan’s allies, Uicle, who arrived late. His comment caused Upsah to cackle darkly and add his commentary to the cursed man’s observation while the mist was shoved over their heads by a windy gust. “Only a Judy of Aarem would think a mindless servant was better protection then someone who could think independently…” 

As Lucilia rushes away, with no reply, Upsah starts to laugh madly at his own insult to Uicle. It vibrates and darts through the hallways, even to the fight’s chaos, before he heard the sounds of something metallic crawling towards him. It scratched and bite at vines, each one tore through easily, until he could spot that twist’s little Golem pup. The metal beast’s forepaw raised then slashed downwards upon Upsah’s arm causing the demon to jerk away. Stringy muscle split wide open, followed by a small stream of fresh maggots and a putrid scent. Black blood seeped from the wound hitting the amber in the air combined with Uicle’s efforts, stifled the arcanite within the blood. Upsah’s cackles merely increase with strength while his decay magic weakens. Under Lucilia’s increased weight, Upsah’s bones were too fragile to uphold against the impact. Ribs started to crack in protest, breaking from the weight, before they ripped through the weak skin. The pale coloring became stained with black as Upsah’s blood poured from his body. 

Upsah knew something was wrong when he hadn’t been returned to the Inferno, something that should’ve happened now. Already his wings were shattered into pieces, his lungs nothing more than flimsy bags of flesh and even his eyes had started to bleed out over his cheek bone when his skull had started to crack. His teeth click in his insults thrown at the unconscious Khan when he realized Lucilia’s hatred consumed her. 

“Heehee… You wanted to place your trust into those creatures? Now they will be the very end of you, the very ones that will carelessly slaughter you just to feed their own hate. Pitiful my little demonomancer, just pitiful…” 

[u]Orleah[/u]

Olreah felt her claws skirt along the man’s greaves. The claws could’ve torn through them easily yet she merely allowed it to skirt the metal outside, leaving three white marks in her wake. The black fingers seemed unfazed by the attack but her eyes glinted with the thoughts pulsed in her mind and turned to face the man’s challenge. His voice bellowed like some primal beast and banged his shield in the most darling way, her hopes slightly depressed that this man seemed little more than a stupid brute. Much like the demon behind her, she sighed mentally. 

In response she lowered her torso, her long arms dangled low as she spoke. “Very well, handsome. Let’s dance and I’ll show you a real good time.” 

Her body went in low, her body rushed forward as her claw whips out. Her speed is completely inhuman in her attack, aimed to severe the torso, when just seconds before Grey could change his tactics she leaps. Her back leg kicks off bring her over Grey’s head and twist in midair over him, her other leg reached back to send a kick into his shoulder. Thankfully, if it did connect, she had only used the ball of her foot. Her toe claws wouldn’t have scratched but instead sent a heavy whack that would’ve sent him tumbling into the ground. What he was doing would’ve affected the direction and the force, Orleah a little too confident he couldn’t dodge it. 

She managed to prevent herself from drawing too close to Heus, now engaged with one of Uicle’s golems. Unfortunately Grey had provided enough of a distract Orleah hadn’t realized the Treant seeds had fallen from the roof and now grew into thick, living trees. Ones sent after to attack her when a root reached to take hold of her arm. Without thinking too hard, she severed her limb and created a mini version which was promptly bashed against the hard trunk until it was nothing more than a bloody mess. Her arm immediately regrew the moment the thing was tossed a side, the corpse melted away as it hit the floor. Before she could chuckle at the plant’s vicious nature Uicle’s blood magic kicked in. 

Her limps became harder to move, preventing her from dodging when another root reached for her. Again, her claws came out and hacked away the limb to free herself. Each time the action repeated, over and over, while she was unaware where her tactics had started to lead her: closer to Heus’s own fight. 

[u]Heus[/u]

Heus couldn’t register the event twisting out of control. His mind was too dull and lost in pain to concentrate instead he merely ran the length of the wall, leaving a gouge from his shoulder connected. Stone crumbled in his wake before his body had slowed. His arm pressed against the wall for support, his small head darted about to see the fight between Orleah and Grey play out for a moment. Then suddenly rubble like arms wrapped about his body, his arms pinned to his side causing him to bellow in wrath. He twisted to the side and slammed the golem into the wall with his great strength, loosening its grip while it reached back a hand and gripped the Golem’s head within his grasp. Heus crushed it within his thick hand then whipped up a wind around his body when one of Lucilia’s Treant’s reached for the demon. 

The living tree was sent flying easily by the demon’s backhand. Its roots were unable to grip into the ground and brace when it was back handed, the trunk sent back and crashed into the small number of others surrounding the pair. The golem’s grip gone and Heus’s arms freed, the demon’s hands took a hold of the golem’s middle then raised it over his head. With all his monstrous strength, Heus threw the golem towards both Orleah’s and Grey’s direction. Grey might be able to avoid the incoming golem, Orleah on the other hand was too distracted and would likely be easily killed by the impact. 

[u]Rathel[/u]

Rathel screamed inside his head when Annabeth’s figure started to look confused at his garbled speech, her body slightly hesitated until suddenly she was swarmed by vines. If he could show expressions, his own face would’ve reflected Annabeth’s horror and fear in that moment. His magic was wild and untamed, vines closed about Annabeth’s small body that they easily ensnared it when they jerked up from the floor. [i]Stop![/i] Rathel but it did little good when it started to seek out the cracks and creases in her armor. They borrowed deeply and sought to flay her alive with their thorns against her struggles. At one point, his eyes unable to pull away, she had freed her arms. Her hand reached and took a hold of a few in an attempt to rip them free, with little luck. 

He was going to kill her. The thought numbed his mind as Rathel imagined a target in his mind, his focus centered upon the demon with utter loathing and hatred. Slowly, a few vines crept from the floor and slithered up his arms. Like with Annabeth, they sought any nook or crease to bore into and hook about, working the shell’s tightly sealed armor away. Tissue underneath burned as it was torn away from the protection leaving bloodied and raw muscle exposed. If he couldn’t stop it then he would get rid of the source. 

His eyes met Annabeth’s for a moment, apologetically filled despite the alien like eyes, before she was suddenly thrown back. Rathel jerked upright only have another plate torn clean off causing him to scream in pain. More blood leaked down upon his pale green skin and pooled upon the floor, disrupting his grip and shifted him upon his other side. In his mind, Rathel feared he had killed the student until Tryael’s shouts broke him from his grief. His head turned weakly towards the teacher through his vine had barely ceased in their efforts in tearing him apart. 

Again, he tried to communicate. A crew clicks and a simple word was produced, his voice sounded weak and drained in his failed efforts. “…trying…” 

A cold breeze from Tyrael’s portal washed over Rathel as it freeze flashed the vines, their shapes shattered easily and caused a bitter chill to sear his muscle. His body flinched in pain while where the cold had instantly killed the muscle, evident to the blacken spot. He hadn’t looked back at Tryael when a vine slithered upwards to wrap about the demon’s neck and strangle him. Meanwhile the other vines had started to tear the exposed muscle apart and drawing out the demonic blood to drain him dry. Distracted, he hadn’t realized what Tyrael had tried to do until it was too late to resist.