[b] [u] Grey Onyx [/u] [/b]

As Grey charged forward, the bitch decided now was the time for fancy acrobatics, and tried to jump over him. Of course, not that he noticed. He assumed her jump was a lunge, and instantly dived to the side the second she tried leaping at (over) him. Apparently she was going to attack him, just not in the manner he anticipated. He hated particularly agile foes, they were always a pain in the ass. And then everything went fucking insane. The whole building seemed to want to kill him now, as it rumbled and shook. He noticed one particularly large boulder was about to squish him, and he quickly raised his shield, even though he knew it was a futile gesture. He braced for impact but... It never came. He thought he heard yelling, but he couldn't make anything out behind the wooden curtain. He then noticed the rock was hovering, and the demon was beset by tree creatures and... Was this a dream? This was madness! 

The hovering debris all formed into a massive rock creature that proceed to do battle with the large demon. And the plants were out for the She-demon's blood, so all in all things were better. Not willing to question such a change of fortunes, he darted to the stone golem, and began to climb it, intent on getting to the rage-demon's tiny, tiny head. As Grey climbed, he knew the golem was losing. Especially when he felt the Demon raise it above his head. With that, Grey unhanded the Golem as it was thrown, leaping to the air, and now he was above the demon's head. He descended like a meteor, Intending to bring his shield down on it's head with the mightiest blow he could. Of course, wherever the golem landed was inconsequential

[b] [u] Alaira Taenn [/u] [/b]

Alaira dashed through the halls, an unstoppable juggernaut of blood and murder. Many lesser demons tried to stop her, all met the same fate as the Dining hall demon. She didn't roar, didn't scream, merely tore through anything that tried to get between her and the infirmary. She noticed on the way a fallen medic. Likely killed en route to the dining hall for the feast. Against her better judgement she stopped for just a second to loot the corpse, and found what she was looking for; a single vial of ether. She barely noticed the vile taste as she downed it, and resumed running. A short delay was worth it if she could be just that little bit stronger when she got there. [i]Hold on, hold on... I'm almost there... please...[/i] she thought to herself as she ran. The adrenaline rushing through her kept her from keeling over in exhaustion, but only just. There would likely be immense physical damage to account for the next day.

She arrived at the infirmary, and her fears were true. There was this... this, [i]abomination[/i] rampaging around the room. it appeared to be made out of some kind of tar and... and... [i] [b]"GET AWAY FROM THEM!"[/b] [/i] she roared, as she sped forward. Faster than she had ever gone before, she would have noted if she was calm enough to note anything. She dashed across the room, before ending up in front of it. She charged straight forward, intent on tearing it to little pieces. Using her lance and her spiked gauntlet, she proceeded to rip and tear at it. She didn't even notice the horrible corrosive burning of the tar as it got on her skin and open wounds, such was her fury. In fact, she was so enraged she hardly noticed a stone-like object slide into her foot... The monstrosity seemed amused. While slightly worried about the ferocity of such an individual, it inwardly laughed (if it could do so) at the poor flesh sack that thought it could stab it to death. Then the flesh sack spoke again, and the demon was now truly worried.

[b]"Burn and die, BURN AND DIE, BURN. AND. DIE!!!"[/b] She roared. Lightning surrounded her form, lashing out at everything around her. For a brief moment, one would be forgiven for mistaking her for an elemental, as the room was enveloped in a bright blue-purple glow. Now her strikes were actually harming it, and it gave out a horrifying sound that might be approximated as a scream of pain. Lightning vaporized chunks of it as she tore through it, and she didn't stop until all of the tar was gone. The lightning dissipated when all that remained was the mask. And with one last surge of rage, she crushed it under her boot-heel. Grinding it to dust. Then, she fell to a knee. Her flesh was seared, both from the tar, and her own magic, and she was covered in a multitude of bleeding wounds. it wasn't very soon before she collapsed in a bloody, mangled heap. Before she lost consciousness, she managed to say one more thing. [b]"I-it's alright... you're... safe n-now..."[/b]