Unchained (open)

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam seems startled that the dragon spoke English. "Holy shit you... t... Never mind... Uh.. um... Oh... great... uh..." He rolls his hands as if to figure out what the thing truly is. "Uh.. can I call you just Mister dragon?" He shrugs as he looks back toward the dragon. He seems like he is upset to offend the dragon or set it off but also it's scary. "I request your assistance...." He seems to have pulled it together as he bows to the dragon and woman. Adam had heard tales of dragons choosing humans for companions and vice-versa yet he never thought he would actually meet a pair. He looks up at the dragon with determination. "This slaughter needs to stop.... That deamon slaughters for no reason other than hatred... will you help me and..." he motions to the bear. "I guess the changeling.... At least neutralize the deamon so we can end this one way or the other? If you refuse that is understandable... " Adam is thankful beyond belief that the bear seems to be keeping the deamon occupied yet he wonders how long it'll be before one of them gets over their head and cause more problems.

The dragon stood unmoving for a few minutes, enough to take in the situation all around. To his left, the roars of the bear-shifter and crashes of steel against floor, seemingly something heavy being thrown around. Probably against the daemon. There was also the heat of fire. Not for the first time, he thanked whatever Gods out there that his companion had the mind to go to his other side, away from the danger of the confrontation between the non-humans.

Across them, there was also fire, the scent of death and blood clinging to the air. Groans of pain could also be heard, though they were weak. There were people needing help there.

He huffed in annoyance. The hunter was right, of course, they needed to be stopped. Both the daemon who killed without a care and the shifter, who he could feel a dark, dangerous hatred rising within. Miir knew very well where that madness often led, having seen it in his comrades when fighting to protect their home. Though they had let themselves be swallowed by the bloodlust it brought, no longer to protect, but to kill. Knew it very well when he had lost his mate. The hunter was right. He needed to stop this.

'But this is a hunter we're talking about, what is not to say he woun't take advantage of your attention being diverted to the fight and try to harm your treasure like they did all those years ago?' A distorted voice whispered from the deepest part of his madness that he always had shielded away from the telepathic bond he had with Eimear. The thought of her being in danger left him aching to hurt the hunter.

Her hand on his leg brought him back to reality, as well as her concern in his silence. His mind cleared. Slowly descending to stand on his four members, Miir turned a nod to Eimear and came to a decision, resolutely stamping down on his almost overwhelming hatred.

Nodding in turn to the unseeing dark dragon, she jumped to his back with his help, taking a seat in a gap between two of Miir's dark spikes and holding on with a calm as if she'd done this all her life. Eimear had, in a way, as both of them have been together ever since she was six.

He gave an approving rumble, grateful that she had left her weapons in the hotel room and thus, had no manner of going into the fray herself. He turned to the hunter. "I will heed your request only this once," He sneered before raising a right massive paw in the direction of the confrontation. "And if you call me either lizard or mister again, I'll melt your skin off your bones, clear? If anything, it is 'Greatest Shield' to you lot."

He heard Eimear shout to the hunter for the fist time, now much more comfortable above her ride. "Or just Miir, for short."

He brought his massive paw down, creating a tremor around the area that shook the buildings. The ground cracked in fissures where the paw had fallen. The remaining glass in the windows that had survived the bear's roared sentence, fell to the ground. "ENOUGH!" His growl, from deep within his chest echoed through the street.

'Careful with the flames surrounding the daemon. He can't fly anymore.' Eimear spoke in his mind, and he swept his hand until he could feel the heat of the flames, hoping to grab the daemon. Perhaps the bear would then come to his senses.

[dudedude2211]

He realized what the Shifter was doing as soon as the car was flung, and got out of the way. Then the bear ran at him, screaming that he had killed a mother. Most people are parents.
Everyone kills at one point... whether they mean to or not. What difference did it make that he had killed one of the billions of humans who had children?
He wasn't thinking anymore. Now he was just doing. Perhaps there would be some way to snap him out of this, but it would take alot... Like being swatted at by a dragon. He remembered the feeling from earlier, but not before he had raised the fire to the dragon's paw instinctively and jumped back.
'Damn it...' he thought to himself.
He had pissed off the dragon, hadn't he.

If the dragon yelling "ENOUGH" wasn't enough to snap the Shifter-Bear out of what he was in, than he would just flee the site on foot, and stay there, out of sight. He had lost his ability to fly again; he didn't want to lose anything else.
'But then... what is there to lose? I have noone who matters to me, love would just get in the way.' he thought. Most of the time, he showed very little emotion, and so not many people grew to like him.

If the Shifter-Bear was brought to his senses, he would do something most likely unexpected. He would simply cease fighting if the Shifter-Bear did. He had regained his senses.

[Felix]

The bear froze when the ground shook, not so much out of fear, but of balance. The thing looked up to the Dragon, then back to the Daemon who was fleeing.

He blinked. His green eyes vanished.


Within the confines of his mind, Felix stood before a large, metal door. The thing was naval in appearance, having several latches and a spinning wheel to open it dead center. It was at the end of a long, narrow hallway with a few flickering light bulbs that dangled in the darkness.

At the very end of this hallway, opposite him, was the light of the scene before him.

He stood now, in a hall of doors, the largest, darkest one slowly moving. The wheel began to spin, slowly at first, then growing faster and faster until it was little more than a blur.

There was a loud clang as each one of the metal bars slid away from the wall that held it, and released the locking mechanisms of the thing. The wheel slammed to a stop suddenly, and the door was eerily silent for a moment.

Felix stood, still unwavering before it. The door flew open revealing darkness within. A silhouette of a humanoid stood before him, broken and mangled beyond words.

His inner darkness. His ID. The stuff he pushed down all his life. The stuff he actively gave waking thought and consciousness. A Tulpa of his own mind, inadvertently created through his constant dwelling and talking to himself.

A darkness that everyone has given thought and reason.

The mangled limb snapped into place and latched onto Felix's neck. The light shone onto his glazed eyes, revealing he had all but lost awareness of what was going on. The figure stepped out, revealing a duplicate of the kid, albeit composed of shadow.

He flung his waking counterpart into the door beside them, an old oak door, through which Felix crashed and landed in a memory long suppressed. The darkness, the Id simply strode forward, eyes a glowing coal red, focused and intent on the thing at hand. Behind him, chains trailed soundlessly, little more than shadows slowly fading under the lights above.

The figure stopped under the first light and inhaled. The light flickered and went out with a flash of sparks and explosion of glass. A grin crossed the figure's face.

All...mine...

He looked at his hands, clenched them, then continued to walk.

Finally...unchained...

It glanced back at the door behind him, and through which the other Felix had crashed. Both doors slammed shut and locked quickly. He turned then, to the light far ahead, and made his way to the waking world.


The bear's eyes went black, his pupils dilated, expanding to cover the iris. Then, the sclera simply faded into a deep bloodshot red, so dark it looked black. A little blood actually began to pool in the tear ducts and role out, blood vessels having burst from unseen stress in the physical brain.

The creature that had frozen for a moment now moved again, utterly ignoring the dragon's command. Each step it took made the thing grow heavier and heavier, it's fur grew thicker and thicker, and his muscles began to bulge. The forearms expanded, growing much longer, each sickening snap an indication of a powerful change. The joints grew powerful, thick. The hind legs were shortened, only by comparison to the fore limbs. Its head grew slightly, large teeth sliding into place on either side of the maw. The spine bent and popped as the thing smashed the car it was walking on simply by virtue of how heavy it was.

By the time the bear had crossed the car it had just been walking on, it was no longer a bear. But a seventeen foot tall Ground Sloth of a prehistoric age. The massive creature's eyes remained the deep red and black. It sniffed the air, then looked down at the blood from the Daemon's wings, by which it was now standing.

It dropped to all fours, causing a small tremor in the concrete. Sniffing the blood, the creature caught the scent of the prey it was now after. It lifted its massive head and looked in the direction of the man it was hunting. The one who forced the Chains to be broken.

With a roar several times louder than the bears, and one obviously less controlled, the thing slammed as hard as it could into the small car that had been thrown a moment ago, aiming in the direction of the hiding Daemon.

Inaccurate.

The car sailed by through the air like a football kicked into an end zone, completely missing the target. It collided with another car, several yards away, setting off more alarms.

Then, as fast as the thing could, which was only slightly faster than the Bear's walk, the massive creature began to move towards the scent of blood. The scent of the pierced wing of something...not human.

It took one more step, paused for a moment and glanced around, eyes returning to that emerald green for just a flash, an almost confused look within. Then, shaking its massive head, it returned to the blackened eyes that drew it ever closer to the prey.

No more vocalizations. No more threats or cries of rage. This thing was now silent, hardly stealthy, but no longer lost in blind chaos of fury.

This was something far...darker. Far worse. This was something that had been long bound for a reason.

This was something Unchained.

(OoC- I finally got the title in the post. Thank you all for helping me do that hahaha)

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

"Fuck me...." Is all Adam can say as he pulls out a second gun, this one black, He points both at the sloth as he turns to the woman. "Sh..should we...ugh.. if I'm askin' that then it means I need to stop it.....Ugh" he starts to curse as he walks after it. He proceeds to remove the clips from the guns as he flips his jacket open with a flutter, rows upon rows of magazines rest within his jacket, he pops two off the left one and carefully puts them in, pointing them once again at the sloth. "I'm gonna regret this...." He mutters as he walks further. "HEY UGLY!" he shouts at the giant sloth. "CALM DOWN!!!"

His guns are pointed at the shape shifter and his fingers are ready, The man had loaded incendiary rounds into his silver .50 cal magnum in his right and Cyro or liquid ice rounds in his black .50 cal magnum in his left. The barrel of the black one glowed a soft blue and both guns were very shiny. Adam was going to try to hurt this thing enough to knock it out of this rage. Also if the deamon got any ideas he'd load a clip or two into his hide.

Miir retreated his massive paw from the fight, barely charred from the fire. He roared warningly to the daemon, sensing him move. The beast-shifter had stopped all of a sudden. 'Perhaps he finally saw reason?' The dragon wondered, but deep down, his senses were telling him that something had gone terribly wrong. Tension thickened around them, an overpowering presence making itself known in the bear's place. 'Eimear, what can you see?'

Eimear gasped as the bear changed forms. It grew and cracked and snapped, until something much more primal stood. And it was primal in every sense of the word. She could see his eyes, which had been full of hatred, but still conscious of it's surroundings, still somewhat sane, and now... now there was only black madness there. She gulped, more frightened than she ever remembered being, even when standing safely on top of Miir. 'T-That's... I... H-He's gone, Miir! He's not there anymore! The shifter's completely fallen to madness, we have to stop him NOW!'

The hunter had taken his guns out and started moving towards the great Sloth, trying to draw it's attention to himself. "What are you doing? Have you gone completely bonkers too?" Eimear shouted at him. Had the man no sense of danger, even face to face with the freaking huge prehistoric beast? Was everyone crazy in this world?

Miir's voice shook through the street again, absolutely annoyed at his lack of eyesight. As his concentration was now wholly on the shifter, and the rustling of the flames made it more difficult to pinpoint the exact location of the smaller beings, he depended on his partner's keen eyes. "Where the hell is he and the daemon, Eimear?"

"The hunter is about to go out with his guns on the shifter, your right. The daemon," She looked around, "I-I can't see him." Had he ran away? The flames now consummed much of the space he had been in, with the cars thrown around.

The dragon rumbled again. "Daemon, don't make this even more difficult!" He turned his snout back to the shifter's general direction. "Hunter, I'll immobilize the beast, you make sure he stays down."

Eimear swallowed a deep breath, clear green eyes locking painfully with the shifter's black ones once more. Before they had been emerald, in a confused flash, a second of sanity. Now, there was nothing but a void. Was there hope of bringing him to reason? She trembled at the sheer figure, so much smaller than Miir, yet almost as overwhelming. Miir had been like that once, when awaking from a nightmare, years ago, uncapable of comprehending where he was or when. Unable to distinguish from friend or foe, and for the only time in her life, Eimear had hid from him, frightened of the giant dragon that had promised to protect her.

Back to the present, her eyes glued to the sloth. She didn't want to see anymore bloodshed, anymore death. Almost as if silently begging the shifter, she repeated in her mind. 'Please come back, please come back...'

Then the dark dragon raised a hand and brought it down to hit the sloth on it's side, his goal to hold down the beast without killing it. He had enough of death for the day.

[dudedude2211]

He snapped back into sanity, much the opposite of the Shifter-Beast. He decided that this fight was his fault, and that he would do everything in his power to subde the Shifter-Beast without killing it. He saw the madness in the eyes of the Beast. Just before the Dragon grabbed the Beast, four Chains shot out of the asphalt of the road, seeming to be made of it, and restrained the Beast. He would keep the chains there for as long as he could, which is sixty minutes. Hopefully, that would be enpought to give this Beast some sense.
He ran over to the Dragon's companion, and stood about twenty feet in front of her. He didn't know why... but he felt as if he had to make sure nothing happened to the Dragon or his human friend.

[Felix]

(OoC- Before I start here, I am writing this out as if everything goes according to plan. If it work out the way I am writing herein, please enjoy the read, but disregard anything after the "cut off" of where it is intercepted. That being said, this is not a real attempt on anyone character's life. Just a for funsies story that I think adds a good level of interest. That being said- even if this happens as I am writing it now, it will not I repeat, it will not end with an attempt on anyone's life. It is all for fun and story. I am not out to end any character. Just make them have a fun story....Enjoy the read.)

Threats of force. Force itself. Hostility. Death.

These things would not reach him in his state. These things were all secondary to one.

Anger.

It was not madness that drove him. He was not insane. His Id was not mindlessly driven like others. Nay, his was sentient as Felix was himself. It was just...furious. Not the flaming rage that you see in movies, but the cool, seething hatred that burns icy blue and reduces everything to ash.


The massive sloth turned towards the hunter, his eyes slowly taking in the barrels of the weapons pointed at him. He rotated his massive girth just enough that his face was lowered down to the man's level. Their eyes met. A distinct intent within Felix's own made it clear that regardless of how he seemed, he was not without control.

The massive creature sniffed twice, trying to get the scent of the thing he was looking at. He snorted it out in one big puff of air and turned away, continuing his search for the demon.

The ground shifted. The asphalt melded into something new. Chains. The sloth reared up and slapped at one of them, breaking it into pieces, just before the rest wrapped around and bound him. He came down, one arm pinned to his chest, the other extended before him just before the Dragon put a forepaw down to keep the sloth pinned.

His head moved back and eyed all those around him carefully. The woman atop the lizard creature. The Daemon, now moving to stand beside the dragon. The hunter, who had just moments ago sworn he wouldn't harm him, now pointing two guns at him.

He huffed once and looked forward, his body already beginning to pop and snap. No roars of pain this time. Just as his jaw began to alter and bend, he saw it. One of the cars was leaking, metal having bent so far that the gas tank had ruptured. Gas was just about to hit the line of fire.

A wicked grin flashed his face as his massive paw covered his eyes.

The explosion was large, but not threatening to those nearby. It was more or less a Hollywood blast. Showy, but not really dangerous, given the distance of the car. But the smoke...that was something else.

Smoke exploded outward, burning metal and rubber and fiberglass mixing into a toxic plume of noxious black air.

The chains went slack, and the Sloth was gone, seemingly vanished from under the oppressive weight of the dragon and the constricting binds of the chains.








The cold eyes were useful at this level. He was able to see the feat of all those standing around. He was fast. They didn't have a chance. He was long. He could have reached them from the chain. He didn't need his eyes. He could see their body temperature as much colder than the air around them.
He could taste them on the air.

The backwards facing teeth gnashed silently as Felix's new form moved lightning fast. Over 25 feet from head to tail, the creature was now almost as long as the dragon. The dragon, having just been pinning him down had let the Daemon stand beside it. Which mean, he was already within distance.

Felix lunged within seconds of the explosion. Less than seconds of the chain going slack. His dozens of fang like teeth digging into the Daemon's Achilles tendon, he was ensuring that even if the overall attack failed, the man was not going to be running anywhere for a long time.

The massive body of the Anaconda, one of the heaviest types of snakes coiled in a violent and powerful display of muscle and intellect. The thing jerked the ankle downwards, have a full grip of the area on the man's foot. As it did so, it also raised the next several feet of the body into a sort of "arch" and slammed it into the man's knees, forcibly making them buckle. As this happens, the peristaltic wave would ripple through the body of the snake, sending an even bigger coil up and around the man's chest and abdomen, effectively sealing him into the grasp of the snake.

The reptile would move as fast as the several hundred pound body would allow, spinning like an alligator in a death roll, wrapping itself around the man in tight, muscular coils. It started as his legs and moved up to just about his abdomen in a perfectly wrapped scaly layers of snake-rope, constricting tighter every second. Each breath the man exhaled would be another inch of breath he'd never get back.

The legs would go first, regardless of how long the man held his breath, the coils on the legs would just get tighter and tighter until his tibia and fibula would snap, rendering him unable to run. His pelvis would follow before his femurs, slowly crunching under the unforgiving weight of the snake.

The eyes of the snake would not lessen their gaze, even as the jaw began a sort of "chewing" motion, attempting to do as much damage to the tendon as possible. The ribs would go next, beginning to snap like dry branches under the weight of the thing.



No!

Internally, Felix roared from within his caged memory. Literally, he was forced into a memory of him hiding in a cage. He could see fire around him that was not part of the memory. He could feel his grip tightening on some unseen body. He could not know what he was attacking though. He could be hurting that man. Or that woman...

His body shook and he screamed at himself.

NO!!!!!!

The memory faded, and he was presented with the shadow form that had escaped moments earlier. A crystal clear lake around them, a small circular sandbar beneath them.

They mirrored one another, neither moving, both staring. Even in clothing, they were identical.

Felix sneered. His counterpart did as well.

Back...in...your...cage...

He struggled to get the words out. The thing grabbed him by the neck, a vise like grip crushing him into the darkness.

Felix raised a hand, relaxed his body and met the thing's eyes. His hand began to glow with a soft white light. He pushed it into the shadow figure's forehead and banished the thing into a wispy trail of smoke.



The eyes flashed for a moment as clarity was restored. The snake instantly loosed the death grip and slithered away, bones popping and cracking back into a normal form. This time, the process was accompanied by, as it usually was, the groans of the boy doing it. It hurt like a bitch to do that.

He fell to his knees, burns covering his arm and part of his face as well as part of his upper torso. His clothing was, aside from where it was burnt, still surprisingly there. He choked on the smoke, unable to get his bearing. He was only a few feet from the man he had just been wanting to murder a moment ago. From the daemon he had actively been attempting to.

His eyes watered and his body began to grow heavy. He fell to the ground and looked around, pulling the remains of his shirt up to his mouth. He coughed up blood into it. He pulled that part to his nose and used it as a water filter of sorts.

Best to make use of it, I guess...

Even so, the only way out was up. He was in the circle of flames and smoke, and he had no way to get out without shifting again.

And he just couldn't right now.

So he lay there, trying to breath through a half burnt shirt, stained with blood.

"I really hate cities..."

He spoke aloud to no one in particular.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

(Seeing as you put he would attempt to change back regardless if he strangled anyone or not)

Adam almost crapped his pants when the sloth looked at him but he kept a calm face. When it was pinned however he breathed a sigh of relief yet kept his pistols pointed about to fire. He gets closer, not wanting to miss but the explosion sets him off balance slightly as the sloth shifts to a snake. He watches the snake lunge for the deamon and before he could comprehend what was going on, the thing had shifted once more. The coughing however stuck with him as he rushed to the changeling trying to pick him up and pull him out of the smoke tomb he had found himself in. Adam coughs for air as he ventures in and escapes the smoke. He stood in the open and looked around him. Adam guessed that balance was served since the deamon seemed to get a taste of his own medicine from the changeling. Unbridled rage is a terrorizing thing for anyone.

The dragon lost his balance as the explosion sounded near them, smoke immediately filling his nose and mouth. As he felt the sloth literally deflate and slither like a snake from underneath his paw and the daemon's chains, he growled lowly. That spoke real trouble. He heard the scuffle going on his left, the daemon struggling with whatever the shifter was now. He heard Eimear's silent whimper, retreating slightly from the duo to protect her from the unseen threat. 'Easy, what's going on?'

'T-The sloth's a huge anaconda... He's coiled around the daemon... The shifter's going to kill him, Miir!' Her voice was desperate, grave. The smoke clouded everything and Eimear stopped seeing the scene, growing tense as she struggled to get out from the spiky gap, intending to jump to the ground.

It served to fuel his frustration, his wings spreading. He stranded her on his back and flapped his wings once, creating a blast of wind that dissipated the smoke quickly. At least it calmed his partner enough to make her peek behind his neck.

Eimear left a relieved breath out at what she saw when the smoke dissipated enough. The hunter had taken the now human-shaped shifter from the fire and the daemon was beside the dragon, both a little worse for wear. The flames had been pushed by the created wind far away, toned down to little wisps of fire on the concrete, with the completely charred car in between. There was no salvation for that machine. The woman jumped down, heedless of Miir's growl of warning and moved to the daemon, helping him up, careful of his wounds and pierced wing, a rare, somber smile of gratitude offered.

"Thank you for helping us."

The dragon huffed at the slight insubordination, hearing her talk to someone, probably the daemon. But that was his little runt, always caring, even if she tried to never get involved. He turned to his right, scenting the hunter and the shifter, dark thoughts swirling around his mind. He felt the earlier change in the shifter, from the powerful dark entity to the human-like he had sensed first. It still left him wary, wanting to get Eimear far away from this blasted place once and for all. He should have done just that before all this happened. Shifters, werebeasts, hunters... he trusted no one. Wanted nothing to do with them. With an obvious sneer he left a rumble out.

"I take it you'll take care of the rest, Hunter." Not really a request, that. To Eimear he growled, already every dark bit of his foul mood worsening with each second spent. "Let's go, runt. We're done here." That hadn't really been a request either. Blast him if he cared. She was his treasure, and dragons were known for being overprotectives of their treasures. He was damned if she was going to stay anywhere near that unstable shapeshifter any longer.

She tried to reason with him. "But there's still injured people here, and the shifter is also in need of--"

His roared "Now!" had her giving a rushed apology to the daemon, making sure he could stand by himself, and sending a concerned glance to the shifter, before she jumped on his back. 'We should help them.' She tried once more.

'It is not our field of abilities, nor it is our problem anymore.' Was her only response from the dragon. And it was final. Miir unfurled his wings again and took off as soon as he heard the sirens of ambulances in the distance.

They were through with this side of New York for now, going somewhere where they could lay low for a while and hoping for an introduction very different from this disastrous one. Hopefully with no trouble of Hunters, Shifters, Daemons or what not of this crazed shadowy world.

Hopefully... the lady of bad luck would give them a break for now.


[OoC: Thanks for the patience spent on the first rpg forum experience of this noobie, it was great. =D]

[dudedude2211]

"Yeah." he replied to the thank you from the dragon's companion. He still hadn't cought his breath... 'Damn, being coiled by a snake hurts.'


"And you're going to tell me I upset the balance, aren't you." he sajd to the all too familiar hunter. He had said that the next time they saw eachother the hunter would die, but right now, he was just glad the Shifter hadn't killed him. He also wouldn't attack the hunter unless the hunter attacked him first.


He was hoping not to get in a fight, he still couldn't really catch his breath. He did manage to find it before anyone else spoke, and luckily all of him was intact. Well, most of him. He winced as the pain in his wing finally caught up to him. It brought with it mental pain to the fact that he couldn't fly anymore... maybe killing the hunter wasn't such a bad idea.
No. The last thing he needs to do is to snap again and release the murderous part of him that he willingly set free when they had been attacked by the tanks. When he let that out, he didn't think. He killed first, asked questions later, and could almost ignore pain.
He again winced at the pain in his wing.

[Felix]

Felix coughed, absolutely unsure of what is going on. He shoved off the man who was holding him. He looked back at the daemon, still not letting go of his anger.

"You...are a monster. And I will get you."

He cursed at the man, and began to run, stumbling at first. He took off, running, the only thing he was good at. His body rippled, muscles becoming tense, stronger, more fit. His body was shifting into something stronger, more fit for running.

He slid to a stop at the end of the street, casting his voice trick one last time.

"Winged man. I promise. I will avenge these people, you sick bastard.

With that, he turned and bolted off down the street, headed for somewhere he could regroup. Learn. Train. Grow.

And when he did...he'd find the daemon. He'd find the murderer. He'd kill him. He'd shred him. He'd make sure he paid for the deaths.

(OoC-I'm out. Thanks for the fun guys.)

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam lets the man go as he mutters under his breath while he already has his gun pointed at the deamon's head. Adam's gaze is cold as he starts to speak. "You have upset the balance of this world far too often.... Your path of destruction needs to stop...." He stares at the deamon who cannot fly and keeps causing problems.


Adam fires a round into the deamon's head as he tried to run away. "I liberate you in the Holy name of Varos.... May your death be the balance...." His shot was quick and precise as the body fell to the ground.



Adam turns to the dragon and it's partner after he puts his gun back. "Thank you for your help great one... And you Miss...." He bows politely with a hand on his chest and the other on his back. "My name is Adam and I am an agent of Varos...." He extends his hand to the woman. "I am sorry for my comment earlier.. I've never seen a dragon..." If she takes his hand or not he looks around. "If you wish to talk more I would love it but either way we should get out of here...." A loud roar of a truck coming to life erupts from an alley way as he runs toward it.

(Nakashi's deamon quit)