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"You stupid BITCH!" Tacticus yelled at the Turian women as she fired at him. His shields flared and his body began to pulse with biotic energy. But when the gun obviously overloaded and Donny quickly subdued and began yelling at her to drop it. He holstered his gun and looked at the now injured Turian on the ground. He felt nothing but anger for the idiot who was now knocked on her ass. He looked at the Turian asking if he went to negotiation training. "That isn't our job. We're a blade meant to cut at the heart of the enemy and complete our objective... you should know that by now." Then he felt a hand be placed on his shoulder. He had a pretty good guess at who it was. When he turned his head to look at Sura she gave him a disapproving look.

 "You know what our job is. Let others handle things you don't know." She then walked back out of the security room to go get the diplomats from the hallway. Which left Tacticus standing near the weapons locker and over a Turian with a head wound. Not wanting to look at the women he began searching through the lockers for a heavier weapon he could use for this defense. Charging was not too useful when you didn't want to leave. He managed to find a shotgun that would work for the time being since they were all going to be aiming at a door anyways. He pulled the weapon out of the cabinet and went around the the women and the Quarian and began to set up a defensive position with the rest of the cabal. This is what should be doing. It was what he was good at, not negotiating with scared little girls...

Baulder & Annabeth

"Oh? Don't you know? Vampires aren't wanted in Eania, so I've brought my vampire friend here-"

Just then baulder woke up. He sat up, obviously in pain, but asked who they were. He didn't recognized his "Friend", as Annabeth thought. Capitalizing on his critcal state Annabeth turned towards the vampire. "As you can see, he's quite hurt. I'm afraid you need to leave as I make sure he doens't get worse." The vampire took a step forward and Annabeth acted instictively, putting her hand on the hilt of her dagger. She and the vampire started off at each other.

"Let me help."

"I know what you want. I am a Psychomancer you know."

This got the vampire's attention. Her eyes grew wide and she took a step back... Only to try to make a lunge for Baulder. Annabeth took out her dagger and slashed at the vampire, but her speed and harden skinned only made Annabeth barely leave a graze on her skin. "Damn you! Stay back!" Annabeth put herself between the vampire and Baulder, grappling her and trying to push her towards the door. But it was a struggle, one she was about to lose.

Baulder flew back into a fit of coughing as the two women began struggling. One pulling a knife and the other barely flinching at the cut. Having little idea what they were talking about before hand he was left to decipher the struggle himself. "Maybe this was a family tussle!" Baulder thought to himself. It was something he had seen the Human kids doing back at the village. Baulder found out that he should just let them have at it as he got yelled at one time for breaking up their fight one time. Though considering that they were in front of him and he literally could not get up from the couch. He also now realized he really had to relieve himself. When was the last time he did that anyways? He coughed again but this time he got a glimpse of his lower chest. He was bleeding. Now how did that happen?

He tried to get up but was pushed back down by the two struggling women and the pain in his chest. Was he really bleeding that bad? He should probably go to the infirmary again, that was what it was called right? He was still hungry too. He really just wanted to get up and leave. He...REALLY wanted to leave.  He gritted his teeth as anger began to fill him. He attempted to push the women off him but found quickly he didn't have the strength. His stomach grumbled and Baulder got more irritated. He was still hungry, that lamb was probably sitting somwhere still uneaten fully. That reminded him of the imp. The imp had tasted better than that lamb. The imp. 

Baulder blinked and sudden felt light headed and his vision darkened not being able to keep his head up anymore he slumped over on the couch and his head pointed away from the wall. And there was the imp. Baulder cracked a wide smile, it was the imp from before. He could tell from the horns and the smell. Oh yes the smell, the smell of delicous imp. Yes, this was the same one. He remembered. Cracking a wide smile he looked at the imp with devilish intent. He managed to say to it in a horse but stern voice. "I want to leave this place." He said glancing up to the two fighting women.

The imp looked around. It was confused. What was he doing here? Where- And then he saw him. The mortal that Tyrael had brought to fight him. What did he want? The Imp was scared. But then he heard what Baulder said: He wanted to leave. The imp saw the two women fighting near and figured they were trying to stop Baulder. One had a knife, but the imp could smell the vampiric influence on the other. She was a much greater threat then a mortal with a blade. If the imp killed her, then he could kill Annabeth and eat her with ease.

Annabeth was too distracted with the vampire to notice the imp being summoned. She tried to slash the vampire, even pressing the blade into her skin, but her steel blade couldn't do more then leave a red mark on the vampire's pale skin. Annabeth had to resort to her hand-to-hand combat manuveres. Which essentially boiled down to attempting a choke slam on the vampire. Fortunately for Annabeth she indeed did have the raw strength needed to lift the vampire by her neck for just a few seconds, and then toss her onto the ground. 

That's when the imp lunged, attacking the vampire. While the demon wasn't even as strong as Annabeth in terms of raw strength, it had much sharper claws that could actually cut into the vampire's skin, as well as a powerful maw which bite into the vampire's shoulder. But Annabeth had no idea what to do. She had expected the vampire, but a demon? She could only hold her blade and steb back towards Baulder, hoping that one of them killed each other so she could finish the other off.

Baulder grabbed the women's outer thigh as that was the thing was closest too. He weakly sputtered out. "I think he's mine." He cracked a smile and another laugh as he wasn't entirely sure if the imp was there because of him. The demon had said something about this hadn't he? He couldn't remember, there was little he could remember.

Annabeth jumped when she felt Baulder touch her thigh, though fortunately for him instead of stabbing him she smacked him with the hilt of her dagger. Don't scare me like that!" Fortunately for Annabeth the commotion caught the attention of the bouncer. There was some banging on the door before he bursted armed with a club. He saw Annabeth and shot a look at her. "The vampire is thirsty for blood and I think the demon is his!" Annabeth pointed to Baulder laid up on the sofa. Regardless of the alligence of the demon, the bouncer smashed his club into the vampire and demon. While it didn't kill the vampire, it likely crushed the demon's spine. 

Hearing the disgusting crack of the imp's spine was slightly disheartening to Baulder as he began to become more sure that it was the imp from the inferno. That was a thing he had made. Odd, he had made something. This caused Baulder to grin harder at the joy of his creation. Unable to stop the women from hitting him in the face with the butt of the dagger. This caused a large bruise to begin forming on his cheek and part of his nose. It also began to start running with his blood. Still holding onto Annabeth he managed to look up at her from his position on the couch through blurred vision. "What....what's....your name? Also vampire?" Baulder said questioningly.

"What?" Soon the situation died down. Another bouncer showed up to detain the vampire, while the previous bouncer put his foot on top of the imp's head, ready to crush it. But since it was Baulder's demon he didn't do so immediately, wanting to know what he wanted to do with it. As for Annabeth, after regaining her composure and putting her knife away she tried to awnser his questions. "Alright... Alright. My name is Annabeth. This is Underhaven, where vampires come. You... You're bleeding! Oh gods, we need to get you to the infirmary!" Annabeth went over to Baulder to pick him up in her big muscular arms. She shouldered her way past the others and dashed off to the infirmary.

As Baulder was carried past the still breathing but near dead imp he managed to slip his bloody arm out of Annabeth's clutches and almost touched the imp. Since he couldn't do it himself he looked at the bouncer and nodded. "That'll do imp. That'll do." He then fell back into his stupor, trying to fight the exhaustion he was feeling. But it was a fight he quickly lost.

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