Night had fallen quickly, and snow fell of the dark sky. Fehade Golden had come out, to enjoy the night. His feet crunched upon the thin layer of snow above the ground. He was wrapped in his cloak, the hood up, and shadowing his blood red eyes, that glowed eerie in the dark of night. Lights lit up many of the windows, and sometimes people could be seen walking by, or looking out, though, those who saw the eyes of him, blew the candles out and closed the curtains, if they had them. Not many would like to ever mess with a tiefling, well, one with red eyes. He supposed there were many creatures like him with red eyes, and most were evil, and who could send fear into the hearts of many in the city, and he wondered if that was so. He would love to meet one day, even though, he thought himself better then them, since he was evil, and could be quite strong at times, but then, he was not a fool, if he saw someone who looked like they were better in magic, then he would avoid fighting them, or even speaking to them.

He has had plenty of dealings with some dark figures stronger then himself, one of them his own father, who liked to hurt Fehade, and torment him, just because Fehade had betrayed the family by saving his half-sister who he now wanted to die, a painful, and slow death. He despised her, and how she chose to live her life as a demon-hunter. He would even kill her himself, if he could, but his father had obviously put a spell between them, that kept them from killing each other, every time they tried (as she hated Fehade too), something held them back from doing the death blow. If they could kill each other, he had a feeling that they would be both dead.

He smiled slightly. He hadn't seen Zehavya in a long time, which gave him good luck. Last thing he wanted was an annoying demon-hunter insulting him, and making him want her dead more. The good thing about it, was they were able to cause little damage to each other, like a punch to the face, or a small cut with a sword, but if it came to near killing, they somehow stop fighting.

He continued to walk down streets, looking for something to do. He was tempted to go into a bar, and provoke a fight out of someone, but then there would be a lot of other people getting into the fray, and he supposed that wouldn't be fun at all. Maybe, if someone comes about, he'll get a fight out of them, maybe taunt them a little. He smirked. He loved mocking and taunting, especially to his family, even if it caused him some pain.

His fingers stroked the hilt of his katana under the cloak. He glanced at some lit up windows, then looked at the door of a tavern, but walked right by it. Even though, the smell of alcohol reached him, and shouting. He passed the door quickly, hating that smell terribly. He then walked down a quiet, dark alley, and onto a very empty small street.

"I hate this place..."
Sethran Dracogan muttered these words to himself, as he looked around a dark street of Balefire. He was trying to just pass through here on his way to Taras, but he ended up getting in the streets. Even worse, night had fallen, and Sethran had a bad feeling about this place.

The warrior continued looking, but he only saw more alleys, dark buildings, and nothing that looked unique. He fumbled around hsi thigns and looked at his map, but even that didn't help since it wa sa map that only covered the basic areas of Imythess...No details about the towns and cities.
"Just great..." he said again. He then looked down to his right, and saw the furfur that had been following him relentlessly. He had kicked it away so many times, he lost count. Sethran took out his frustration by giving the thing a powerful kick that sent it flying off to who knew where.
"And stay there this time!" he said with a slightly raised voice.

Five minutes passed, and Sethran didn't make much progress. he only seemed to get more lost. But suddenly, he saw a figure walk down into the street. Perhaps thigns were turning into the young man's favor.
"Excuse me...." Sethran said to the figure, walking closer, "I'm trying to find the nearest exit that'll lead me in the direction of Taras...could you give me directions?"

By this point in the evening, Iolanthe had had her fill of rum, and was happy as could be. She was singing one of her favorite drinking songs as she wobbled down the street in merriment. It was bloody cold though. However, she was wrapped in her tattered cloak, and didn’t seem to notice because of her drunken state. Truth be told, she would normally be very uncomfortable in such a place, but it was a minor setback from her drunken state. Her black clothing, and knee high boots concealing a dagger, along with her choppy translucent hair dancing with the fierce winter wind kept her moving, and perhaps camouflaged from suspicious eyes.

She was a pirate, and they fit in anywhere! Right?

Just then, a flying fur ball went and hit Iolanthe smack dab in the face. Iolanthe stumbled backwards slightly throwing her hands in an awkward dance as she raised an eyebrow, confused. “What the bloody ‘ell…?” Looking down at her feet, she saw a frightened, but loyal little ball of hair. Iolanthe blinked and titled her head slightly. She’d heard of these things, but had never actually seen one. She kneeled slightly, poking it to see if it was still alive. It murmured a little noise, and Iolanthe picked the thing up, staring at it curiously. Furfur? Yes, that’s what they were called.

Continuing down the road, Iolanthe approached a devilish figure with red glowing eyes, and another young man whom seemed to be lost. She stretched her hand out towards the young man, clutching the furfur by its cap. “This thing yours?” She muttered with a half slur. Iolanthe shook her other finger with a minimal sway. “Thing shouldn’t be practicin’ it’s flyin’ lessons round here… eh?” She released the small critter as it scurried around behind the young man’s feet, apparently it did know him.

Iolanthe eyed the other man, ‘red-eye’. He made her little danger censors fly out like crazy. Red eyes usually weren’t a good sign. Iolanthe had never in her life met someone who had glowing crimson eyes like fire that didn’t mean trouble! Why couldn’t more lads and lassies have pretty blue or green eyes like hers? They would nice and benign…and the blues ones reminded her of the sea… something she loved most. She was certain she’d end up with a good ‘ol boy with dashing blue eyes. But then again, ya can’t be picky these days.

Minding his own business as he went down the street, but the urge to fight got stronger. He hardly could remember the last good fight he had, and he didn't believe he has had one yet here in Imythess, unless you count nearly going to jail, but instead kick the paladin, and use Enervation on him. Slowly, a evil smile slipped onto his pale face. He would love to relive that again, it had been entertaining, even though he didn't like the idea of harming Mara, like he had last time. He hoped she would forgive him, after all, he decided not to kill her. He was partially glad the paladin interrupted Fehade's job, though, it also annoyed him a little, and now he was hunted in Taras by men who work for Fael.

"Excuse me...."

Fehade suddenly stopped in his tracks, and his eyes glinted insanely, and seemed to brighten. He turned to face the young human, and he smirked a little. He then shrugged lightly. "Maybe I do know the way out, and then again... maybe not..." He said, his eyes gleaming still, as he looked the young man over. Fehade's hand slid over the hilt of his katana, his hand gripping it lightly. It looked like he would be able to fight, and nicer still, the young human had no idea where he was, and so, that must mean no one knows who he was, no one would notice if he disappeared forever.

"Whats the point in even knowing the way out, when your not ever going to leave?" Fehade hissed, a wide smile breaking out over his face that was hidden under the cowl of his hood.

Right then, another person showed up, a woman this time. He whipped around to look at this other person, and show she was a bit older then himself, but that didn't even matter to the tiefling. A pirate. The woman handed something to the human, but Fehade didn't see what it was, since he didn't see the greatest in the dark all the time. He then smiled again. Two makes it funner. He took a couple steps back, to look at both of the people here. One was lost, the other? He glanced at the pirate looking woman, as his left had twitched a little, and it was suddenly covered in blackness, that swirled, and seemed to crackle, and anyone who had dealings with black magic, would know he was going to use some, perhaps.

Nearby, there was two growls, that sounded like large cats. Nzalalih and Rozpalsariel, a panther and tiger. Both of the felines were never too far from Fehade, he supposed they were finished with their meal.

He looked at the woman, then the young human. Then the urge to fight seemed to snap inside him. His hand gripped the katana tighter, and then pulled the blade out. Every time he fights, he considered it a game, he loved fighting, he enjoyed it, and he hoped tonight he could draw blood, he loved the sight of blood.

"Want to play?" The tiefling asked, grinning, though, he would provoke a fight out of them, if need be.

"Whats the point in even knowing the way out, when your not ever going to leave?" the stranger responded. This immediatly raised alarms in Sethran's head. He cautiously moved his right hand towards the sheath for his longsword. He would be ready if this man attacked.

Then, seemingly out of the blue, a woman came over to Sethran, carrying his Furfur.
"Can't this thing just shrivel up and die or something?!" he thought. Regardless, he took the Furfur from her, and set it on the ground.
"Thanks.." he said breifly. He then looked back to the stranger, who had now drawn a katana.
"Want to play?" he said.
Sethran gave a nervous laugh and said, "Not realy, but seeing as I don't have much choice..then I guess I will."
Without hesitation, the young warrior dashed up to the stranger, and delivered one vertical and one horizontal blow with his longsword before drawing his Lighter Heart in the other hand, and giving a quick flurry of stabs with that blade.

Even through Iolanthe’s drunkenness, she could sense the ill intentions of ‘red eye’. She kept her distance, after watching the other man give a disgusted look towards the returned Furfur. You know, good deeds aren’t ever looked down upon as good deeds anymore. Iolanthe wasn’t really sure why that was so. Iolanthe always viewed it as the disintegration of the world; more reason to get off the land and onto the sea as soon as possible.

The sound of Red Eye’s blade scraping against its sheath made Iolanthe shudder, as she did not see a positive outcome for this meeting whatsoever. Just then, she wondered where her ‘ol Theron was. He was a snappy lad, and figured that he would be able to find some way outta this one. Iolanthe was sure she’d come out all right but wouldn’t escape a few bumps and bruises, especially as she only felt the small dagger in her boot for protection. However, Iolanthe decided to play it cool… She could be sly when she wanted to be.

The other man seemed a bit nervous, and Iolanthe simply rolled her eyes at him. You weren’t supposed to let your opposing player know you’re nervous. It was all in the game face. Iolanthe raised an eyebrow, curious as to what kind of game he was inferring to. Most likely something involving that pretty little katana he was showing off. “A game of cards? I’d love to.” Iolanthe gestured towards an inn of some sort, despite her drunkenness, which threw off her sense of direction a bit.

Not only did she look unarmed, she was also drunk, and a woman. Most considered women a bit lacking in the combatal side, and though she wasn’t on the high end of the weaponry, she could hold her own with skill. Iolanthe hoped she could win an advantage with deceit.

Fehade's unholy aura seemed to get stronger, as his dark smile got larger. He took his hood off with a black gloved hand. His face was more clear, the evil grin would often intimidate people, as he was good at that sometimes, what evil person wasn't? His red eyes gleamed of hunger for fighting, and seeing blood. He stepped into a fighting stance, as he awaited an attack from either the human, or the pirate. He gripped his katana tightly, then, suddenly, a dark strange substance came around him, like armor. Ghastly Armor it was, a nice, handy spells, as it also put fear into any of those who were good aligned, but he didn't know if either of these fools were good aligned or not.

At least none have tried to throw me in a prison cell, he thought, and smirked. Then, the young human charged at him, swinging attack after attack, which Fehade managed to block quite easily, till the human pulled out a second weapon, cursing under his breath, but then smiling insanely again. Fun. Pain. Blood. Thats what he was thinking of all this. He was having fun fighting this lad, and couldn't wait to cause pain on the boy, or the woman, even if he got hurt by one of them, then he would still be having his fun. And then blood. Blood upon the glistening white snow. He could barely keep himself under control, from all the lust he felt for blood.

His katana hit against Lighterheart, and he made sure it was a strong blow. It would be nice to make the boy lose one blade, because if the girl jumped into the small fray, then it could cause a minor complication for Fehade, but then, he could either call for one of his felines, or even Evier, his nightmare he had since he was living with his demonic family. Then, the brand on his left wrist seemed to burn, as he remembered the time of saving Zehavya. He snarled in anger, and he twirled his sword to block another of the stabs. He slashed at the mans chest, and not bothering to see if it struck or not, he just started slashing at the boy without hesitance, and not really leaving in opening open, as he blocked and slashed.

He was ready for anything to come. He had his tricks, and wanted to use them soon, but he kept aware that either the woman or man could have theirs, they may even have magic. Fehade had been trained in the arts of fighting and magic, ever since he was able to hold a sword, and speak.

He cast a quick eye over the woman, as she said something, but he didn't hear, as he clashed his sword against one of the humans. He returned his gaze to the boy, not wanting to be surprised on anything.

His hand continued to glow with power as he slashed again, aiming for the boys arm.

As Sethran fought the stranger, he felt fear sneaking over him. This man's skill was imprseeive, quite possibly better than Sethran's!
"No!" he thought, "Don't think like that!" As the stranger began his own offensive, Sethran kept up with an arsenal of defensive blocks. He made sure to keep his grip on both of his blades, just in case the stranger wanted to tip the scales. This proved to be a good decision, as the warrior felt a bit more force upon a strike to his Lighter Heart.

The two men continued to strike at each other, only hitting the other's blade. Finally, Sethran decided to turn things around a bit. he jumped to the right, and rolled behind his opponent. There, he made a quick horizontal slice at his back. Afterwards, he jumped back, and cast a fireball spell, sending a fair-sized ball of flames from his left hand to the stranger.

Iolanthe’s heart seemed to shrink into her stomach as she felt the presence of evil encasing the three. However, Red Eye didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to loom joyfully in its enlargement. This fellow was just getting worse and worse. Iolanthe wrapped her tattered cloak around her body, as she started to feel the chill. He had made no attack on her yet, so she continued to remain out of the peril while she still could. Red Eye then summoned some ghastly armor. Ah nuts, a spell caster. Not only could he summon the presence of evil, but he could also summon armor. Oh wonderful day this was turning out to be. She should’ve stayed in the pub.

As the man charged at Red Eye, Iolanthe’s eyes rose, and she took a few steps back, admiring their handywork a bit. Io had to admit, both were skilled and she was actually entertained for a bit as they clashed metal together and dancing around. “Good show!” She called, cheering them on. She was just a bystander… Right?

Though as they fought, Iolanthe noticed something about Red Eye… He wasn’t really fighting for a particular cause… But, more so the sight and sport of it, from what she could tell. The She-Pirate looked at the demon thing in awe, unsure of why such a thing would get such a kick out of some red liquid. Or maybe it was the anguish on the other’s face that made the red blood worth seeing? Iolanthe didn’t know, she was more into the shiny goldish colored materials.

Jump into the fight and aide the poor lad and bring ‘ol Red Eye to his doom…? Or sit on the sidelines and wait for Red Eye to completely thrash the kid, and take whatever money is on him. Iolanthe raised an eyebrow, not quite sure if the kid had any money. Red Eye, however would probably have a good deal of cash on him, along with the weapons and such he carried. Iolanthe rubbed her chin, trying to decide how risky she was feeling in the present moment.

Shrugging, Iolanthe decided she'd jump in the brawl. Besides, when they finished she could ask the man for a small fee for helping him. A grand plan!

Just then, the lad shot a fireball towards Red Eye and Iolanthe grinned. “Thatta boy!” She clapped, and then hopped around, waiting to see what the demon would do. Then, she remembered one of her personal favorites. It was more for stealthy matters, but she considered it useful in this matter as well. She clasped her hands together, and shut her eyes, summoning mists that would obscure the demon’s sight. Then, she would draw her silly looking candycane sword, aiding the fire-caster. What a night, indeed.

(OOC: I hope you don't mind if the She-Pirate's captain joins in the fray. If ya do, just ignore the post.)

That fool of a wench! I awta hang her by her toes and dangle her over a shark den! Footsteps thumped heavily as a displeased Theron stomped the streets of The City of Lanterns looking for his first-mate. Iolanthe had rushed off as soon as the pair made it into the city and Theron was left to explore for himself while the "she-devil," as Theron would soon call her, plundered the city in its entirety. Thoughts ran through his hand of how he would run Iolanthe through her body. He took a lengthy drink of what was probably... well, he didn't care, frankly. All that Theron saw was a small bottle that held some strong stuff.

Further down the continuously thinning streets, Theron's attention was called elsewhere as a pair of ruffians settled their disputes in a good ol' fashion fight. Theron's kind of fight. He jogged, or hobbled would be a better word, over to the pair and stood beside the other bystander. He nudged their arm with his elbow with an excited, but hushed, "This's what I'm talkin' 'bout...!"

Theron let out a loud, "Hah! Cheater!" as one of the men unleashed a fireball and he slapped his neighbor's theigh... and held his hand there. It was particularly strong, but still had a woman's feel to it. His mightily sly gaze shifted slowly to his side and he was fully prepared to unleash his woo-ing skills until... "...Iolanthe!" He jumped backwards in a huff. "Where'n the bloody...!" He paused and returned his attention to the fight, holding up a hand to shush her as if she had just interupted him. "...Inna minute..."

He was about to cheer on this neat-looking fellow with the red eyes until Io obviously casted something and a mist appeared around the fellow he was rooting for. He slapped Io on the arm, "What'chu think you're doin'? Red Eyes over there looks SO MUCH COOLER than that... thing!" He pointed gruffly at Red Eye's opponent. "Well, if yer gonna be a dim-witted woman, I'll jus' have to watch him kick. yer. arse." Theron crossed his arms at the She-Pirate, clearly picking a fight with her, or at least saving himself from this handsome demon-like gentleman with the red eyes.

Fehade hadn't expected the boy to jump to the right, and come around at his back. The boys sword slashed at his back, but the blade had hit the ghastly armor that the tiefling had summoned. Grinning slightly, as he was turning around to face the boy, who then jumped back and casted fireball. The ball of flame came at the tiefling, and he took several steps back, and jumped to the side, but the ball of flame still nicked him on his cloak, which then broke out into flames. He quickly undid his cloak, and threw it to the snow covered ground. Now that the cloak was off, you could she a second blade he had. It was a blade of Drainage. He was annoyed that his cloak was now burnt, but luckily, it wasn't his Drow Piwafwi cloak.

Fehade jumped forward, swinging his katana at the human. A wide, crazed grin split once more across the tieflings face, as he readied to use Enervation. He barely noticed another person walk over to watch, this time another pirate looking like person.

"Want to play with magic then, human" He hissed.

Suddenly then, a mist gathered about, and Fehade's vision was basically blinded. He could hardly hear anything. He cursed loudly, as he started to take a couple steps backwards.

He was now angrier then he would have been. First, his cloak bursting into flames, because of nearly getting hit square in the chest by a fireball, not obscuring mists was cast. And since he didn't have good sight in the blackness of night, he couldn't really see anyone, except for dark outlines in the mists. He looked to where the pirate woman was and noticed a strange looking sword in her hand, and he right away guessed it was her who caused this.

He turned his gaze back to the human, who he had been fighting, and considered going over to just kill the woman.

And right then, something decided to go right for the tiefling, as Nzalalih slipped from the shadows behind the human, and snapped at him. The panthers teeth were sharp, and tinted with blood. Smiling in satisfaction. Fehade stalked through the mists, and came up behind the woman, and lunged forward with his katana. He hoped to take her by surprise, but then, his red eyes seemed to stand out in the mists.

The obscuring mists couldn't come at a better time. Sethran embraced this oopportunity, and tried to sneak around his opponent once again.

But, fate wouldn't allow Sethran to have an easy tme with this. Soem sort of large feline ambushed the warrior from behind, and managed to bite his right arm. It didn't seem fatal or venomous to what Sethran could tell, which was good. What wasn't good was the fact that this kitty still wanted more.

"C'mon..." he said, "I can't taste that good!" He sheatehd his Lighter Heart and rolled out of the feline's path. Then, he took his new frost shield in his left arm, and held it in defense, keeping an eye on the feline. He also tried to gather the concntration needed to cast his Heal spell. Unfortunatly, that was rather difficult with the knowledge that you're being attacked by a large beast in the front, and quite possibly a red-eyed freak from behind!

Iolanthe was quite caught up in the brawl when she felt something on her thigh. She raised an eyebrow, surely Red Eye was too caught up in his own lust for blood that he was not in the mood for other things. She turned, finding that it was her own captain! Iolanthe’s eyes grew wide and at the same time, “…Theron!?” She was about to explain herself whenever he had hushed her. She heard the crunching of snow behind her, and she turned to see through the mists to see two glowing red eyes. “Theron, watch yer ass!” She jumped back, unsheathing her sword, grunting at its stupid design. She hated the sword, really, but at this point it was the best she could come up with.

She threw her sword into a parry as Red Eye’s katana came crashing down her way. She gave Theron a mean glare as he babbled away, most likely to keep himself out of the fight. “Well aren’t ya one of the most cowardly-like pirate bastards around!” She called towards Theron, quite amused with herself as a big grin split over her face as Red Eye seemed to glow with his own excitement. Iolanthe stuck out one of her long legs, kicking Red Eye in the shin. He wasn’t getting any of her blood without a good fight.

Iolanthe held her own and as they held blades, she jumped back, only to find a panther chewing on the Fire Lad’s arm. She considered kicking the panther, but only figure it would bring more bad luck to her. She gave a little shrug, and prepared herself for whatever Red Eye was preparing to do next. The mists had obviously blinded him, so she counted on that more than anything else. The She-Pirate took two paces to the left, hoping that he’d be off set of where she was located. She came back at him with a lunge of her own, hopefully to catch him off guard. The stupid red striped sword slicing through the mists.

“Theron, watch yer ass!”

Theron was about to just "Bah." and wave a dismissive hand at Iolanthe, but seeing the red eyes part the mist, he jumped backwards almost in a direct mirror of his partner.

“Well aren’t ya one of the most cowardly-like pirate bastards around!”

Ok, that was just uncalled for, Theron thought with an exhasperated expression on his face. Nevertheless, he eyed the panther chewing on the other guy's arm and decided that if he didn't want to walk home alone, he was going to have to help Iolanthe. That, and he'd have to help her if he didn't want called a coward for the next couple of years; building up trust was a pain in the arse, especially when you live a life of theivery.

Theron watched Io carefully as she circled Red Eyes and decided to back her up by unhooking his dagger and taking a few steps to the right so that Io and himself were at about 2 o'clock and 9 o'clock and Theron himself was lined up parallel with Red Eyes. After seeing movement from where he assumed Io was, he clasped the dagger blade-down, reached all the way forward to stab ahead of where he assumed the body was below the red eyes, and yanked all the way back.

Fehade saw Nzalalih snap at the human boy again, but he had his own problems now, so his attention quickly returned to the two, even if he barely saw them. He loved night, and how it was all the time, but his minor problem of not seeing well in the dark ruined the fun of it all, especially with the mist, it gave the others a better advantage of killing him, or something else, but he would never let that happen. "Rozpalsariel" The tiefling shouted the name, though, it was a odd name, some may even think it a spell command, even though it wasn't near. As he shouted the name, there came a menacing growl in response, and through the mist, another feline stalked forward, this time, a tiger.

Fehade looked at the woman pirate, and didn't notice the male pirate coming from behind. The woman kicked him at him, but he merely took a step to the side. Then, she moved around, then lunged at him with her oddly shaped sword. He brought his katana around, and rammed his sword against the candy cane sword, with much force, and nocked the blade from it course, but right then, the male pirate, stabbed a dagger at him. That did come unexpectedly. The daggers blade cut into his side a little, though, it wasn't deep or anything, but it did hurt a little, and annoyed him a bit.

Growling, he stepped sideways, and then turned to look at both of the fools. "Rozpalsariel, attack." He commanded the tiger, who then lunged at Theron. While the tiger attacked the other pirate, and the panther attacked Sethran, Fehade turned his attention to Iolanthe. He pointed his hand at her, that was swathed in darkness. He said a incantation, and suddenly, a blast of negative energy shot forward, at the She-pirate. Enervation. Strong spell. He grinned crazily, even as his blood dripped from his side unto the snow.

"Times where I wish that gnome was around!" Sethran said as he sidestepped another lunge from the panther. This deifnatley wasn't easy, and the young warrior was beginning to wonder if the red-eyed freak controlling this beast was connected to the Aventies. Surely, they'd use any means necessary to get him.

Sethran then gathered enough concentration to cast his Heal spell. His bite wound wasn't entirely healed, but at least Sethran could fight with it if needed. He then rushed to the panther, and delivered some hard blows with his longsword. Two horizontal strikes to it's side, and one diagonal slash to it's head.

Iolanthe heard a strange name being muttered into the night, and she sighed, hoping that there wasn’t some other panther to come chew her arm off. The growl soon answered her. Iolanthe rolled her eyes. Oi, this was going to give her a permanent disgust for felines. Big felines, in particular. Iolanthe’s eyes became slits as she tried to peak out the feline before it could seek her. A bit of orange faded in and out, and Iolanthe figure it was a tiger. Even better.

The tiefling blocked Iolanthe’s blade and a plastered grin widened on her face. She stepped back a couple paces from the force exerted onto her blade. “Oi, we gonna be out here all night, eh? What ‘bout yer little kitties? Ain’t they a wee bit cold?” Iolanthe’s hopes were brightened a bit as Theron’s blade manage to pierce the devil-thing’s flesh. Perhaps there was some way out of here after all. Though, the poor Fire Lad didn’t seem to be doing too well. Iolanthe swayed slightly, bending her knees, and pressed against the blades as they met, testing her strength against the tiefling. She backed another few paces, letting the bond of their blades break.

However, speaking a bit too soon, Fehade turned his glare upon her, his hand fuming with darkness. Iolanthe grimaced, unsure of what was to come, but quickly ducked down, pulling a dagger from her boot, and throwing it swiftly in the demon’s direction as he cast his spell upon her. The darkness consumed her, and but she held fast to the candy cane sword. She shook slightly, falling to the ground. Her eyes seemed to roll in the back of her head as she could feel her soul being repressed into nothingness. She trembled on the ground, refusing to let go of her sword, and unable to see if her dagger had done any damage.