[IC] Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

[Freeshooter92]

Alaira Taenn Seconds before Alaira managed to fry the poor fool's brain, she was thrown off of him, into the cart. With a loud thud she slammed into the cart. The shadows flickered, moving this way and that... fighting, maybe? She couldn't focus, the searing pain in both her mind and her back prevented any sort of action on her part. She whimpered, clutching her head in agony as the fight erupted around her. She didn't notice the phantasmal demons, as illusions didn't really work on her. All psychomantic interference on her mind was just white noise, an infernal searing pain throughout her brain. While it was impossible for a psychomancer to have the desired effect on her, it was rather easy to render her a non-issue...

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Baulder Baulder was lead out of the ornate dorms through stairs and past a mixture of races and out to a courtyard. He was absolutely interested to the point of anger that he didn't know about all these other races. He had only met humans and an elf back at the village. He had no idea that there were so many different types of beings. However whenever he started to stop to stare at any given person or object the gargoyle pushed him along. He had the scariest thought for a moment that he would never have time to learn everything here. Time, he would need more of it. How much more would he need though is what he wondered for a moment before the gargoyle pushed him along again. They passed by a cluster of large open spaces where people were casting fire from their hands at various objects and frost from their feet. He was rather curious as one of the people with ice protruding from their feet began skating around the small courtyard. He was rather entertained by this for a moment as he then saw the demon. The large gray creature that had taken him into the inferno, well atleast he thought so anyways. Either way he had seen the demon before. The gargoyle pushed him in the direction of his "master" and then walked off away to the corner of the room incase he needed it further. Baulder felt his eyes widen and his nostrils flair as his combined senses remembered the imp and the taste. He salivated as he remembered the taste of the imp, although it was quite gamey it was much less fatty than the deer he had been eating up until that point. His mind quickly wandered back to being knocked out again. Baulder began seething with rage and made a quick pace over to the large creature and once near his face dropped into a completely calm and neutral one again. His pupils dilated and then returned to normal as he said "Master....." Immediately he clenched his jaw tight.

[Konan375]

Darius looked at the robed man as he denied being a Psychomancer and insisted that he was a Demonmancer. Whatever kind of magic the man had, he was a mage, and made him a priority target. Ssarak seemed certain that the man was a Psychomancer, and the dragon man had no reason to lie, so Darius believed him. The remaining guardsmen attacked as soon as the mage stopped speaking. Darius was ready. As soon as he saw movement from the guards he started running for the robed man. As he dodged the knife that was thrown at him, he heard something screech from his right side. He chanced a look and saw that a demon had appeared from out of nowhere and it was heading for him. He stopped his charge and rolled out of the way of the creature's attack. He gritted his teeth in anger as he watched the demon and the guardsman. These two were preventing him from getting to the mage. Focusing his anger, he created a ball of air in his hand. He waited for the demon to attack before he threw the condensed ball of air into the ground in front of the guard. The ball of air blew up and sent dirt and debris into the air. The moment the ball detonated, Darius dodged the demon's attack and ran at the guard he potentially temporarily blinded and thew a vicious punch at the man.

[Ryonara]

Gritting her teeth Meirin took a defensive stance once the battle went under way. She was not fooled by the robed man's lies when he said he was a Demonomancer, as Ssarak told her the truth before hand. She focused on the guardsmen near her and Darius. Luckily two fled before the fight evening out the numbers. The pale guard screamed at them, but Meirin wasn't going to just stand there and take it. Just as he attacked Meirin moved forward and dodged him. As he lunged to where she once stood Meirin raised her monk's spade to chop him in the back of the head. That's when she saw the demon. She hesitated just long enough that after she swung her weapon, she only managed to leave a graze in the pale guard's back. Meirin resumed her defensive stance but glared at the demon before her eyes. Ssarak had told her that the robed man was a Psychomancer, and it wasn't as though she didn't believe him. But this demon... Meirin did not want to expose herself to this monster. This is what they came for, wasn't it? To find out where these demons were coming from? Meirin's mind raced before realizing that she was in a bad position. Two against one wasn't good even if one of her opponents was a scruffy guardsmen. It was obvious to her that this pale guard was not normal if his teeth and demeanor was anything to go by. "Focus Meirin! Take them out one at a time!" The demon made a sweeping attack at Meirin which she dodged easily. She used the momentum to preform a weaving technique while she was in the air. It was a wind one which she can use to propel her in any direction once she finished the movements, and she decided to jump over the pale guard and towards Ssarak's opponent, the much more skilled and better armed guard captain. She also used her wind weaving technique to push the pale guard down, which should give her some time to help Ssarak. Once she landed Meirin flanked her new opponent with Ssarak, who had just attempted to tackle the guard captain. Taking just a moment to analyze the situation Meirin swept at the captain's legs. She would help Ssarak knock the captain down and finish him off taking out one of the bigger threats in this fight.

[Fallenreaper]

Lyn Lyn felt the fear hold her there. Its grip pinning her there, keeping her from moving while her widen eyes watch when the conflict broke out. The robed man had a scary smile. His thin lips pulled back and eyes narrowed, clearly enjoying the power and weakened position they were in. She hadn’t even realize her hand had slipped under her tunic to pull her own dagger free until she held it in her smaller fingers. Each one wrapped tightly and whitened by the terror pounding adrenaline through her veins causing her struggle over what to do. How to help those she wanted to. The girl had never drawn blood before. In her short life, she had never fully used the blade for its whole intended purpose and that wasn’t something she wanted. It made her middle feel like worms, wriggling and slithering within, as she swallowed the lump nestled in her throat. She whimpered when she spotted the demons. Her Uncle Tyrael’s tales about demons and their horror crept into her mind, poisoning her movements to help. Her bear, on the other hand, wasn’t so easily fazed. The small, vicious little ball of fur and fluff let out a small growl foreign to the stuff animal’s nature at the illusions. Its muzzle curled up to reveal several sets of steel teeth. Each an inch long, sharp and able to sink into tough hide similar to Naga skin if needed. The two paws made a slink sound when its claws ejected to the surface, glistening in the daylight for a moment. This thing wasn’t just any toy. Each time the toy had swiped only to see the demons dart from its grasp, ignoring it to attack Lyn. Each time it caused her to step back to Alaira, failing to bring herself to defend herself, as the bear struggled to defend her. This wasn't working. The bear could see that much and noticed the guards nearby, attacking Ssarak, Mei and Darius. All of them seemed to handle themselves well mixing their magic with their attacks from sneak attacks to improvising tactics, their styles easily shouted their personalities to the bear. When Mei swept a wind air at the guard, possibly knocking him down, the bear lounged. The small size and low attacks were hard to avoid if one didn’t see it coming, giving the stuffed toy some perks to its limited range. Its right paw slashed out at the nearest exposed skin. Likely the throat or leg back, strictly depending if the man was caught in the attack or had dodged and ready to attack Mei’s back. If it struck true, it would hear a scream causing it to grin. Then it would bring its other paw to repeat its earlier score, inflicting more pain.

[Lucius Cypher]

Caravan Escort

The first thing that happened was an utterly loud screech of pain. The Pale Guard had largely ignored most of Meirin's attempts at harming him, even the blast that knocked him down didn't do much but cause him to growl. But than out of no where a small furry creature emerged from what may as well have been the pit itself and latched onto the pale guard's face. It's claws sunk deep into his head as he tried to pull, tear, and bash the bear off his face, but the doll was made of sterner stuff than you'd expect from a stuff animal. The pale guard flailed wildly and blindly trying to remove the bear from his face, unwittingly edging closer to Lyn and Alaira in his struggle. The guard fighting Darius had not expected the blast of wind and only managed to raise his arm to protect his eyes. Debris bounced off his arms and by the time the guard looked again he saw a fist flying towards his face. But the guardsman was no weakling and took the punch without so much as a groan. Though now he had a bruise, bloody, and likely broken nose the guard grabbed Darius's hand after it had landed on his face. The guard held Darius's fist onto his own chest, to lock it in place. Than the guard swung his club just right behind Darius's arm, aiming to break his arm. The Psychomancer kept his cool despite how the battle was turning. The pale guard was a lost cause but he took note of the bear attacking him; he would have to keep a careful eye on it. He also took notice that Darius was trying to get to him, and the only thing standing in his way was the lone guard who wasn't looking so good right now. The Psychomancer changed his tactics and instead of having demons attacking Darius, he had made an illusion of the pale man about to attack him from behind. But there was also the guard captain that the Psychomancer had to worry about. He was being attacked by the Ssarak and Meirin, a Esyire Soldier and a Warrior Monk respectively. As skilled as the captain was the odds were not in his favor. So the Psychomancer sent a telepathic message to the captain with what he must do to save himself. When the guard captain's blow was deflected he aimed to take the momentum to move past the Eysire and get behind him. But than the Psychomancer gave him a message warning him of the red-headed warrior behind him and her attack. It was a bad position indeed, but not one that the captain could not escape. What the guard captain did was jump up to avoid the sweep and letting himself get pushed back by the eysire's tackle. The guard captain pushed himself off Ssarak and over Meirin to get behind her. Once he landed on his feet the captain slashed at Meirin from the shoulder down to her hip.

Tyrael Marchosias

Tyrael continued his search to find more bodies for his next mission. Four or five people would be enough, though he supposed that if more arrived he could figure out something for them to do as well. He pondered what else he could have them fetch while they were out when he heard someone call him "Master". Tyrael turned his head to see Baulder, the strange nonhuman he had operated on just a while ago. Tyrael had noted from his clothing and the gargoyle who had escorted him here that Baulder has become an official student. Not that it made much difference to the demon, who still did not trust the newcomer. But he could still use him. "I have a mission for you. Go to my office. There will be others there." Tyrael did not tell him where else to go or led him to his office, and instead went to go find Khan. He needed to know that Tyrael was going to assign some students for a mission. Due process and all that.

Lucilia Riovas

By this time Lucilia was more than ready for the newcomer and Khan. With so many people coming in today she had already brought out stacks of paper work for the new students and prepared a speech. She even changed into a more formal and professional attire consisting of a white embroidered dress tight around her waist that went down to her knees, black tights underneath and leather heeled shoes. She looked a bit uptight, but also dressed in such a way that she not only stood out to other drab colored characters, but seemed oddly imposing. Though your mileage may vary. Once Khan and the new comer entered Lucilia stood up and bowed her head, mainly a formality for Khan. "Greetings Headmaster Khan. Thank you for guiding this student here. Hello! My name is Lucilia Riovas. I am the professor of Herbmancy here at the college, as well as general secretary of college affairs, proprietor of the Scarlet Traveler, and Master of Alchemy. I would like to personally welcome you to the College of Twilight, where we teach anyone who enters our doors how to control and master their magics. Regardless if you are a human, dwarf, elf, or orc, loyal to Eania or Djarkel, we will accept you with open arms. All we ask is that you remain lawful within out walls and do nothing to purposely endanger yourself or your fellow students. There is some work that I would like for you to fill out, but before we get to that may I know your name? Lucilia put on her polite, professional smile. She didn't exactly think kindly of the orc in her room (She generally doesn't think kindly of orcs in general) but this was not the time to allow her prejudice to show. More so since Khan was here. Still, her eyes held an icy gaze that would make Krogal's magic look like frost. There was something about the way she looked at him that nearly screamed "I will exploit you".

[Freeshooter92]

Alaira Taenn Alaira couldn't really contribute, it was just too much pain for her to bear and it was all she could do to just curl up and whimper on the ground... It was then she felt something bump into her side, and she lashed out. Her gauntlet was primarily leather, but it was reinforced with light steel plates, this punch would hurt. Through the haze of pain, it was nearly impossible to tell anything apart. This time, she was close enough and mid swing realized in horror just who her target was; Lyn. She managed to divert her blow, slamming her fist into the cart instead. Her face fully betrayed her shock and horror as she backed away, clutching her head once more. Her mind screamed at itself, burning and tearing, but she managed to suppress it enough to realize what she had nearly done. She screamed her eyes tearing up as she told Lyn; "S-stay back! K-keep away from me!" she cried, groaning and slamming her fist into the ground as a particularly horrible spike of pain burrowed into her skull. I almost killed her... I almost killed her... I almost killed her... I almost killed her... Endlessly repeating in her mind, adding to her agony. I... No... She thought... No more!... I'll end this! words came screaming through her shredded mind, louder than the others. Simple, singular purpose filling her. It hurt, it hurt so much, b-but it was just another wound... just another wound... She'd fought through worse. She stood up, shaking as she turned towards the source of her pain... The largest shadow. It hurt just to look at it, and she took a step closer to the Psychomancer, her pain intensifying just a bit. Follow the pain... kill the real foe... Before he takes your mind. She unhooked her mace from her belt loop as she slowly built up to a run, clutching her head with her other hand, searing, blinding hate in her expression as she charged her foe. The coward was a psychomancer, and a pretty good one it seemed, relatively speaking. He relied on his magic to do all his work for him, manipulating others, letting brutes do his work while he watched. She was a warrior, and while she wasn't quite as skilled as she usually was, she was a mutant, more or less. An aberration. Extremely strong, extremely fast, and extremely angry. She had built into a full sprint, screaming as she prepared to make us of every ounce of her abilities to slam her mace through his skull. Dust and other filth on the bridge was blown aside in her wake, her aeromancy enhancing her already impressive stried as she rocketed toward the foe she had marked for death.

[Ryonara]

Soft footsteps echoed off the walls of the college. Myrn had been at the college since yesterday, following the trail of her savior. So far her leads have told her that her savior was heading to the college, so she guessed that he must have been a mage of some sort. But than again, she also knew that her savior was an orc, and she has never heard of orc mages. Than again most orcs aren't known to save the lives of elves either. Whoever he was, he was definitely an exception from the norm. But despite that, Myrn has had no luck of finding him so far. Even when she asked around yesterday no one has seen an orc by her description. So today, after gathering the rest of her supplies from the college, she was going to find the headmaster himself and ask him about Myrn's savior. From what she managed to figure out herself, the headmaster was an eysire named Khan. She has met a few Eysire in the past, all of them mercenaries. Fearsome with their weapons and their magic. Myrn could understand how one managed to rise to the rank of Headmaster. The fact that he was a demonmancer made her uneasy however. She's never dealt with demons before but if tales about them held any weight, demons were nothing but trouble, and their masters are not much better. At best they were fooled by the demons promises of power or forced to rely on them, but never has a deal with a demon ever ended happily. Myrn hoped that her meeting with Khan would be uneventful. Eventually Myrn was in the teacher's hall. Somewhere here was Khan's office and Myrn should be able to find Khan there. If not him, than perhaps a teacher who knows where he is at or when he'll return. The doors had their own distinctive looks about them but nothing that really tells Myrn which office was Khans. There was no name tags and if she had to guess which one was his door, she would think it was a portal to hell or a gate made from dragon bones. Unbeknownst to her however Myrn was getting closer to Khan's office and the danger within. Just as Myrn passed Khan's door she stumbled. Look down at her feet she noticed an odd vine growing from underneath the door. "What-" Before Myrn could ask her question she was attacked. The several vines wrapped around her leg and pulled her towards the door, smashing her through it. It flung her to the far side of the office where she would have crashed into a cabinet if Myrn hadn't reacted. Even as she flew through the air Myrn readied herself for the impact, landing on her feet. When the vines lashed out at her again they were cut down. "Hmph! You'll have to do better than that." In Myrn's hand was her Dar'Missan; a great elven curved blade. Despite how slender the blade was it could focus the speed and force of each swing onto a narrow point, cutting through even plate armor in the hands of a master. And in Myrn's hands, these vines were nothing. At least that's what she thought before they lashed out at her again. But Myrn didn't falter and fought back. "Kiai! Hiya! TAKE THIS!" Myrn shouted in fury as she danced around the office, cutting off the vines as they tried to get near her. But she was also trying to fight her way towards the exit as the longer she stayed in the office, the more vines that started to attack her. She knew it wouldn't be long before the entire room may as well collapse onto her, so she needed to get out before she gets overwhelmed.

[EliteCommander]

Ssarak Dyreackthanose and Meirin Kurenai --- As Ssarak was charging forward, he noticed Meirin use her magic to spring into position behind the guard captain, but despite the general noise of the fight and the fact that she was out of his line of sight, he reacted immediately, and with surprising agility. Had he not known about he might have assumed that the captain had very acute hearing, but as he sprang away behind Meirin, Ssarak recognized what was going on quickly, as it was a strategy he had used countless times himself. The guard captain had been warned by the psychomancer; something that would make this fight much more difficult. Before he even started to think of a counter, Ssarak rushed to help Meirin, though there was no way he could do anything physically in time. Thanks to his training with Satori, however, his mental reactions were almost as natural to him as any block or parry. To the captain, he gave an illusion, one that was subtle enough not to require a high level of detail. As he was beginning his swing, Ssarak attempted to alter his perception of depth enough to make Meirin seem closer than she actually was. Hopefully, his swing would either miss entirely, or at least not be ideal, and therefore easier to block. Meirin was sure that she would have been tripped the captain. Yet somehow he was able to jump over Meirin. Was this another illusion or did that really happen? She didn't think about it for long; illusion or not she didn't feel her weapon hit anything so she missed, and she couldn't see the captain in front of her so she needed to move. Meirin dodged to the side and felt a tug on her sleeve. When she looked she saw that the captain had just her arm, but just barely. Nothing that would stop Meirin but it was very close. If she had to guess the captain must be getting help from the Psychomancer. There was no way he could have seen Meirin get behind him. She had to be careful too however; that Psychomancer could do the same trick to Meirin, as she could still see the demons trying to attack her. She had to block them out from her sight and try not to flinch everytime a demon took a swing at her. "This is getting annoying Ssarak... I know these demons aren't real but they're getting in the way." The worse things these demons were doing were just blocking her view. She made some weak swings to "knock" them away, but they were presistant. She at least knew were the guard captain was at and made sure that he didn't sneak an attack on her while the demons pestered her. The guard captain noticed something off with his sight. He couldn't tell what, but whatever it was it made him miss the red haired girl. It was two against one now and he knew that both his opponents were very skilled. The red haired girl was one of those warrior monks from the mountain, so he knew she was a fighter. The eysire was obviously a threat. The worse thing that could happen to the captain was if he left himself get flanked again. He had only a few seconds to weigh his options and charged the eysire. While he had no doubts that one solid blow could kill the warrior monk, she was fast, likely faster than he was, and if he tried to focus his attention on her the eysire warrior could land a blow that would kill him. No, the captain would need to make sure to take advantage of his speed against the larger warrior rather than match speed with the warrior monk. Keeping his shield arm between him and the dragon warrior the guard captain juked to the eysire's left. As he did so he also stabbed his sword into the a fold in the eysire's leg armor. He wanted to try to peirce the flesh, but failing that he could at least get his blade lodged in to try to trip up the eysire. Given that Meirin was not armored in the same way as Ssarak, he had expected that the guard captain would go for her, but he was ready for his attack nonetheless. The captain was ill-equipped to deal with an armored opponent. Slashing attacks were all but useless against, plate, which meant the only way he could be effective was with thrusts. Therefore, as soon as he dodged to the side, Ssarak had a reasonable guess as to what kind of attack was coming. As the captain was starting to thrust forward, Ssarak grabbed onto the head of his maul with his left hand and yanked it upwards, acting as a lever to snap the haft down onto the blade, hopefully knocking it to the side. At the same time, he decided to give his own, unique counter. In a more direct application of psychomancy than he had been using, Ssarak concentrated some of his magic into a psychomantic breath attack, which shot out through the small, grid-like holes in the front of his helmet. The collection of generally calming effects it produced could make him rethink his decision to fight, or at the very least, its effects would certainly not be helpful in such a fast-paced fight. The captain had put Ssarak between himself and Meirin, but it would still only be a few seconds before she was on him as well. Either Meirin was scarier than she gave herself credit for or the guard captain was trying something when he attacked Ssarak first. She at least could guess that he was trying not to get stuck between him and Meirin since he tried to put Ssarak between them, but Meirin was fast enough to follow him. Just as Meirin got into position to attack Ssarak countered but not in a way she had ever seen him do before. He breathed some sort of smoke into the captain's face. She knew that Eysire could use breath attacks based on their magic but she had no idea what a Psychomancy breath attack would do. Whatever it was though, it would at least blind the captain. Instead of attacking the captain directly Meirin took this chance to use a weaving movement. She thought back to her lessons Ghell and one technquie that would be most effective here. She needed both hands however so she had to drop her monk's spade and took her stance. First she focused on the captain. Than she held her hands close to her center, like she was holding a ball between had palms. She rotated her hands around the center of her body until a small spinning orb was formed between her hands. Than she launched this ball towards the captain, where it grew as Meirin continued to motions until the captain was surrounded but a sort of wind barrier. Normally this was a technquie used defensively, but Meirin learned how to use it offensively by sucking the breath out of those caught inside of it as well as pushing objects away from the orb. Ssarak would feel the wind pushing against him, but the purpose of this technquie was to make sure the guard breathed in all of Ssarak's breath attack. Meirin continued to maintain the movements until she felt that the captain was no longer a threat, or somehow escaped, whichever came first. The guard captain stepped back from Ssarak when his attack failed. He was about to try to get behind the eysire to attack his wings when he breathed a thick smog in the captain's face. This certainly caught him off guard as he raised his shield to try to block the attack, but still breathed in the smoke. His eyes watered and he began to cough as the effects of the smoke immediately began to try to take hold of his mind. He waved his shield around trying to blow the smoke away but than Meirin's wind vaccum prevented that from working. The gas surrounded him, forced him to breath in Ssarak's breath. The captain's vision became blurred, his mind was starting to go blank. Thoughts and visions flashed before his eyes as he both tried to keep fighting and wanted to do nothing more than drop his weapons. The captain flailed forward in an attempt to break out of the wind tunnel, but after he did he collapsed. He was foaming from the mouth and his eyes were blood shot. His last memory was that of a woman that he knew back at his home. Slowly, he closed his eyes as his faded from consciousness.

[Fallenreaper]

Lyn

While her bear went at the man with claws and teeth, shredding the very flesh and spilling blood, she had been taking small steps back the whole time. Bit by bit, her feet came behind causing her suddenly feel a bump. It made Lyn jump with a start and turn her head. Her eyes widen when Alaira’s fist had came flying at her, the fingers curled and balled up, causing her to immediately react. Her body unfrozen after everything’s that happened while she let out a earsplitting scream of fright. Instantly, Lyn crouch down. She rushed her hands on her head top, rushing to protect her face and skull, while her knees bent and tried to avoid Alaira’s aim. Wood made a hollow thunk when it slammed into the cart causing it dent and rattle against the surface, certainly leaving Alaira’s fingers stinging and numb from the force behind it. Lyn curled into a tighter ball with fear digging into her core. It would fill Ssarak’s tabs on Lyn with sudden fear and panic, her mind screaming as loud as her lungs. Her scream small and meek compared to Alaira's next words. "S-stay back! K-keep away from me!" Alaira shouted causing the frighten child to flinch and shiver, her arms still fastened tightly to her head. When Alaira move, she couldn’t help her reaction. Instead of being calm enough to see her Aunt’s direction, the child just wanted to be gone and her feet stirred to do just that. Her bare soles slapped the concrete starting with one step then followed by another, her legs moving the pace faster. In moments, Alaira’s focus distracted and the others fighting for their lives, Lyn shifted around and made a mad dash for the opposite direction. Her hand had enough sense to tighten her grip on the dagger when she moved, ensuring not to lose it. Now she had nothing but the deep need to escape the chaos leading her away. The childish notion that running would be best. If she made it too far from her caretakers, she might very well be lost in the wilds of Djarkel. Or at least lost to those who would protect her. There was a reason few dare to venture within the wilderness without protection, bandits or no, after all.

Khan

Khan stepped in, his eyes drifted and caught Lucilia’s current fashion. In reality he shouldn’t have been surprised. Lucilia usually liked to impress students, putting on a good appearance as representative of the College and giving them some comfort, dressing in interesting formal clothing. Currently she was wearing a white, slender fitting dress with soft decorations and black tights underneath,vanishing into high heel leather boots. He inwardly flinched on seeing them from the corner of his sight. The things seemed like walking death traps, each step rather painful and torture to walk on. However, he suspected some of her concern wasn’t completely genuine. The feeling increased when words poured out of Lucilia’s mouth, sounding like honey tainted with serpent venom. His wings tightened closer to his body and his knuckles stayed fast on his cane, eyes closed when his head returned the formal bow. Her introduction began rather quickly with little time wasted. All the time he remained silent, studying her, as she went on with the normal greeting and ended in a question. “I merely came for a entrance form, Lucilia. I already have his name and mageblood.” Khan interrupted for a moment, his hand reached for the paper stack he knew held the correct forms. Inside he hoped she wouldn’t wonder about why he hadn’t went to his office instead. Namely as he barely touched the fresh stack from yesterday and right this moment, was locked safely in the drawer of his desk. In addition to his worry, he didn’t feel...comfortable about Lucilia’s subtle glare, one he knew well enough thanks to his years in Djarkel. The same she gave each of his demons, including Rathel, and it drew more concern from him. It was one of utter loathing hidden within her eyes. Any farther thoughts were interrupted by Rathel’s warning. Khan… the vines, someone’s in your office! "Shit!" Khan uttered abruptly, partly out loud and under his breath. Without thinking, he instantly rushed toward the exit. His hand came out and slammed Lucilia’s door back open, his pace much more rapid than was healthy for his limp as he moved to his office. His mind frantically driving his body beyond its limits. Rathel’s anger and fear mingled among Khan’s own, feeding it, while he summoned the demon in to his side. He barely notice when his shoulder clipped someone along the way, the sting when his flesh slammed into metal, and continued flying past Uicle. He barely realized his cane had slipped out of his grasp as he drove into the entrance, not even seeing the broken wooden splintered about, and roared. “Rathel!” In a moment, the Rune on Khan’s chest glowed and seared in pain causing Rathel to emerge. The demon erupted from a portal in seconds, landing with a hard click on the stone path, his black eyes looking distinctly cold. His magic reached into the vines and forced them to recoil, their few remaining tendrils pulled back into the stone it was intwine within. Several chucks had crumbled off and holes littered the interior, leaving the office in total shambles between the wood Elf’s hacking, the vines’ attack and Khan’s own orderly mess. Slowly, he edged deeper in. He didn’t bother picking up his cane and hide his pain from each step, the leg flared at the applied pressure. Khan had little time to speak before Rathel’s voice started causing the headmaster to whip his attention in the demon’s direction. “I told you, Khan. This shouldn’t have happened...”