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Hey everyone sorry I've been gone. Super busy as of recently. However, things have started to slow down in my life and I'm ready to get back into the groove of things. I'm totally still interested so don't kick me out! I will be sure to post tomorrow!

Thok walked slowly, staying by Tychus's side as he made his way toward the wooded area that bordered Aulani, his pace seeming to quicken ever so slightly until Tychus was forced to pick up the pace. "Are you that hungry?" Tychus signed toward his daemon, who let out an audible snarl. "The humans you were fawning over are staring at us and I'd rather not be an object of speculation." Thok said simply, his eyeless sockets shifting to look at Tychus, expecting a response. Tychus hadn't felt the need to humor him and dropped his arms by his side, letting the Sin Incarnation lead the way.

Minutes past by and soon they were deep within the forest, beyond the sentries that alerted the campus to a daemonic invasion. Out her there would be no risk of other hunters getting in the way. It would just be himself, his daemons, and his target. No having to worry about other hunters getting caught in the crossfire or making mistakes that force him to make up for their inexperience. Thok's pace was slowly brought to a halt, his entire figure freezing as if every sense he used would have interfered with his tracking of the daemon. A low rumbling, less like that of a hungry stomach and more that of a snarling hound emanated from deep within Thok. Thok's mastery of sin enabled him to both wield sin to aid him and to harm his targets and when it came to Thok's desire to feed he could employ the most raw form of gluttony to track his meals. "Just over the ridge," Thok spoke in a sharp whisper, pointing straight ahead to a small hill, which behind it resided the daemon that Tichondrius was to mortally wound. "Jin, awaken," Tychus instructed his companion, the sword glowing faintly as an armored gauntlet formed around his left hand, the sword sliding up from its scabbard until the hilt was in Tichondrius's hand. He pulled the blade out smoothly, smiling softly at his friend who was both his shield and his sword. Tychus gave Thok a quick wave and broke into a dash, the thick scent of brimstone and sweat filling his nose, the scent of the target growing stronger by the second.

The daemon came into sight the moment Tichondrius reached the peak of the hill. Its skin was pale and wet with perspiration, like the pulsating flesh of a nourished maggot. It's eyes were sunken in and glowing gold, its face nothing but sharp lines, a pointed chin, a hook nose, a V-shaped brow and a wicked smile lined with blackened daggers. The daemon, a goblin, let out a shrill cry as it dropped the hide-stitched bag and brought its clawed hands up in a defensive gesture. The goblin was shorter than a man, standing at only four feet with a wicked hunch and long lanky limbs and skin stretched tight against its bones. Behind the daemon was a shimmering portal still in the process of being summoned, hence the thick scent of brimstone that even masked the stench of the creature. Goblins tended to travel by brimstone fueled portals which helped aid them on their endless quest to fill themselves with gold, an obsession that usually made them predictable. Though despite their appearance, this goblin was a B ranking for a reason. Goblins tended to be swift living blades, their clawed limbs and fang filled mouths a tremendous danger to hunters of all skill.

Tychus took no time to examine the situation, immediately charging toward his foe. If he had given the daemon a chance, it would have dropped through its portal and if that were the case then there was no finding the damned thing. The goblin reciprocated Tychus's charge, though less linear in its case. It immediately kicked off of the ground, latching onto the nearest tree with its clawed limbs much like a small mammal would, and kicked off from the tree, moving quickly from one to the next, the gap between the hunter and the huntee rapidly deteriorating. It launched off of a tree toward the hunter who dropped low and swung his sword widely in an upward motion, the goblin twisting mid-air, dragging a claw along Tychus's armored hand while narrowly avoiding his blade. The two immediately pivoted, both hoping to close the gap once more and deliver a finishing blow, the goblin jumping up while Tychus swung his body low. Tychus twisted this time, hitting his back on the ground as both hands tightened around the hilt of his sword and his thrust it upward, the blade skewering the lunging goblin's leg. It made a clear tear, spraying Tychus with tar-like blood while the leg ripped open, sinew hanging freely, the bone snapped and piercing through skin. The beast let out a sharp scream of mixed terror and pain, slamming into Tychus's legs as it did so. The beast in a fit of desperation gripped tightly onto the hunter's leg and sunk its teeth into Tychus's leg, just below the knee. It jerked its head back, spitting a hunk of flesh at Tychus with a bloodied grin and Tychus silently screamed, thrusting the blade into the daemon's head, splitting its skull and causing a spurt of blood to shoot out of the back of its head.

Tychus brought up his left leg to his chest and placed his boot on the dead daemon's head, giving it kick, the sound of the sword sliding out of its skull like a straw sucking from a slurpee. "You've lost some blood. Will you be alright?" A familiar metallic voice rang through his mind. "I'll be fine. I shouldn't have been bit. That was sloppy." Tichondrius thought, his mental voice dull and slow, a light fog creeping through his mind as chemicals rushed through his head, his body's source of adrenaline slowly drying up while the dull, hot sensation of pain began to replace it. "You may use me as a cane," Jin's voice came forth again, drawing a small nod from Tychus. It'd do him well enough to get back to the academy and have a medic patch him up. Thok made his presence known with a cold chuckle at the sight of the goblin, sauntering his way over to the corpse before dropping down to a knee and taking hold of the corpse's leg with a skeletal grip. He held the limp form before his eyeless face, appraising it, examining the essence that was only visible to him. The sin of the beast. "Well done," Thok praised the hunter who was slowly bringing himself up onto his feet, using Jin in the scabbard for support. The body of the goblin began to turn to ash which was pulled into the recesses of Thok's now open mouth and hollow nose and eyes, the scene straight from a more depraved Dracula flick. Thok's grip relaxed as the last of the daemon turned to ash, taking a moment to wipe his cadaverous smile with his sleeve leaving a small streak of gray in the navy blue fabric. Thok looked to his master, giving a nod, "I'll be on my way then. Do your best to return home and have that tended to." Thok left the way he always had, in a burst of thick smoke that filled one's nose with ash.

Tichondrius made his way back to campus, his mind replaying the events, his inner monologue chastising him for his embarrassing failure. The adrenaline was almost entirely gone now, the building flame of pain in his lower left leg now a raging inferno, a sharp headache cutting through his thoughts like an ice pick. Tychus cared little if students were looking at him as he made his way slowly through campus, much of his jean leg soaked through with blood, the fabric sticking tightly to his skin. Tychus was already a spectacle on campus thanks to his unconventional lifestyle and now with this, well it was a good way to foster rumors and chances were he'd draw a few more eyes when he entered a room for the remainder of the week. Tichondrius rapped his knuckles on the ajar door as he entered the infirmary, finding that the staff was out for lunch, as indicated by a small sign sitting atop the sign-in desk. "Of course," he scowled, biting down on the inside of his cheek, trying his best to distract himself from the pain in his leg. He made his way over to a bed and dropped down onto it with a bit of reckless abandon, dropping Jin onto the linoleum floor.

Tychus, figuring that help would be slow to come took the best course that he could, employing the knowledge that he knew best from his time in Aulani. With one hand working off his sweater, he reached down and ran two fingers through the damp blood around the center of his wound. He had no other writing tools, so blood would have to be a substitute. Peeling off his sweater, he took a slow breath as his mind carefully tried to go through the dead language he had learned to write that was once practiced by hunters believed to be enchanters. The main function of the language was to imbue the bearer of the writing with what was written, the strength of the enchantment directly proportional to the method of writing. Blood would do fairly well, though if Tychus had access to a tattoo gun, he wouldn't have hesitated to use it. Carefully Tychus ran the bloodied fingers along his torso, creating a symbol that spanned his chest from shoulder to shoulder. It was a word for "endurance", which at the very least would numb the pain while he waited. Tychus dropped back onto the bed, his legs dangling off but far too heavy to lift in his state. It was a sorry state and one he wished to be unseen in, especially by any of his Dead Language students. "Sorry for making you sit down there." Tychus reached out to Jin as he stared at the white ceiling, a black orb growing in the corner of his vision, "Just have a little patience and we'll be out of here in no time...." Tychus's eyes vainly blinked trying to stay open until at last the blackness had consumed the white ceiling and soon after the soft hum of the Air Conditioner had faded as well until there was nothing.

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