Lethuron fled through the streets of balefire, his eyes streaming tears from the light that he was so un-used to, even in this supposedly "dark" city. A group of watchmen, wearing iron armour and round shields cased after him, shouting for members of the public to tackle the drow.
Lethuron ducked down an alley, heading as far away from the four guards as he could. Cute... dead-end... he thought and scanned the alley for places to hide.
Nope... I've got to fight, He thought and rounded, swinging his katana from its sheath.
He saw some-one step into the alley behind the watchmen, but couldn't see who. Please be help.

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Fehade walked through the streets of Balefire, no one knew who he was, no one knew he was a demon, all evidence that he was was hidden by his alter self spell. In his disguised form, he looked like a simple traveler. Wearing only black though, and a long black cloak that had a strange shimmering look to it. He had long black hair, tied back. His eyes a dark brown. He had a beautifully made katana at his side, that hit lightly against his side. Well, maybe he didn't exactly look like a simple traveler, he seemed more of a person that no one would anger, with his cold, hard gaze.

He pushed through crowds, going to where he was to meet Mara next, but he got sidetracked, by the watchmen chasing a drow. He managed to get out of the crowds, and lingered in the shadows of a tall building, his gaze following the dark elf, and guards. He wondered what the elf had done to deserve being chased. Since Fehade was often curious about things, he decided to follow. He strode along in the shadows, pushing any person who got in his way.

He followed the running watchmen to a alley that had a dead end, where the drow and obviously went down. He waited for the guards to go in the alley first, so they wouldn't notice him following. Then, waiting a minute, he stepped into the mouth of the alley, seeing the drow ahead and the guards approaching the elf.

A small, evil smile crept across his face, as his hand slithered to the hilt of his katana, and he pulled the blade out a little, but then, thought better of it then to just kill a man. He let the blade fall back into its scabbard with a small clang. His face dulled, and eyes hardened again.

"Oi, guards. Whats going on here?" He called to the guards, and wondered if they would bother to see who spoke to them, if not, Fehade would most likely kill them.

Lethuron sighed with relief. Hopefully the man would help him. he didn't sound hostile to the Drow in any way, like the guards who "protected this city. Attacked just for being a drow... Damn Iblith Lethuron thought as he stepped towards the guards, but still hoping to avoid blood-shed. "What do you want with me?" he hissed in the speech of humans.
A guard laughed at him, jabbing forward with a long spear. Lethuron avoided it, but only just. Damn lights... He added to his list, and retruned the guards attack with a sweep from his katana, taking the human in the throat. A differrent guard stabbed at lethuron with his spear, only to have the clumsy blow knocked aside, and to be caught by the Drow's heel as he axe kicked the man in the side of the head, sending him to the floor.
He backed down the alley, still facing the guards, until he hit the wall.

Uh-Oh...

No one answered him, and it annoyed Fehade. He hated to be ignored, and hated humans more, even if he looked like one at the moment. His hand gripped his katana tighter, and a cruel smile twisted upon his face. Then, slowly, his features changed into his true form. His hair grew shorter and spiky, with two little studs of horns. His skin become tinted red, and leathery looking. His dark eyes soon become a bright, blood red. He growled in his throat, and took a few steps forward, while whipping his katana out, and held it in a loose grip, since that was how he always held his weapon.

"Don't ever ignore me, humans." The tiefling hissed cruelly. He ran forward, raising his weapon and brought it down on the nearest guard. His blade slammed into one of the guards, right into his shoulder. Fehade had made sure the blade didn't hit the armor, but flesh, so the blade was pretty close to the mans neck. The guard made a strangled cry, then fell to his knees. Fehade removed his blade then kicked the back of the man with his foot, making the poor guard fall forward into the hard ground.

He lifted his gaze to the others in the alley. He was so busy with his annoyance at the guards he had paid no attention to the drow that the guards had been after, but he did remember a short conflict, but he hadn't paid much attention to what was happening till now. He looked at the drow, who was backed against the wall, and then the guards who were going to advance towards the drow, till this new threat showed up. Fehade grinned evilly. "Stop playing around, tiefling, and kill them. Mara will be impatient." The demon infused said in Fehade's head, and he merely rolled his eyes in annoyance, and raised his blade, pointing the tip of the blade at the living guards. Fehade's eyes flicked to the dead ones, and his eyes flashed strangely at the sight of blood.