((aww... ok))

Pre'acha'n faltered in his spell, fear apparent in his frame. But the two voices that had joined his continued, pulling his voice back out to join theirs. The wood started to heat, the runes on it glowing dully. "Childe, We have heard your plea." "We have accepted the request, and the payment offered." Wait, Forseti? Hel?

Rain felt a sense of irony as he spoke, thinking to herself maybe she should be happy she hadn’t had time to take a bath. At least she could offend his sensibilities before she died… She hadn’t any time to react when she found herself launched backwards, a hand over her mouth. She gripped his wrist, digging in her sharp nails like claws even as fear did indeed show. He was going to….right here? Inwardly she prayed he would just kill her instead when she found herself momentarily freed. The witch was useless physically, especially since the sudden magic drain left her weak… She pushed out of the circle the best she could, however, even though she swayed a little as she ran for the edge.

"Dammit!" The Warlock went to chase Rain only to have his wrist grabbed and stopped. Dante yanked the man back, throwing him off balance before bringing his knee up sharp to get the guy hard in the abs. The Warlock cringed froward and sputtered, eyes wide as he lost his breath. Well, in all honesty, who enjoys being kneed in the stomach?

There was no time to respond. In the next second Dante slammed his elbow down hard on the warlock's skull, cracking it. Elbows were a powerful weapon, just like swords. With his strength it brought the Warlock pansy flat to the ground, sprawled out and mangled. "The fuck?" HE muttered as his eye twithed. The mafia never allowed him to leave a target alive, and Hell, he wasn't good at controlling his anger anyways. "GET UP AND FIGHT, PANSY! WHAT WERE YOU SO FUCKING CONFIDENT ABOUT BEFORE!?"

He slammed his foot down hard on the Warlock's back several times before growling and and storming away. He was fuming! Such a powerful bastard, yet take his powers away and this is what you're left with!?

At least, that's what he thought. He stopped mid step as a wispy chuckle echoed behind him. the Warlock picked its broken self up, popping its bones and they mended themselves. He wasn't human; he was far from human. "Nice shot..." He leaned his head to the right, cracking it before suddenly rushing at Dante.

“Dante! He‘s still a demon” Rain called, leaning against a nearby table as her body shivered. She hated this, hated the warlock,, hated herself, but she took a nearby vase and threw it at the too familiar demons head. “You going to give up that easy? I overestimated you…” She knew the vase would do little, but she just wanted to give Dante a warning really…

"The FUCK are you doing, woman!?" No really, how much worse could a woman fuck up? He watched the other man carefully, wary to his movements. The Warlock had caught the vase with ease. He grabbed the flowers and chucked them to the side before grinning up at Dante. "What? You thought that woman was intelligent? How do you think I was able to deceive her for so many years?"

"Eh, I thought it was because you were a threat. Hell, now that I know it's not that, I feel so much better." He muttered halfheartedly. He shot Rain a sharp look before glancing back at the Warlock. It was almost too late. The Warlock lunge, aiming to strike at Dante. "Shi-!" He stepped forward, his right arm going high as his left arm went low. He Stomped his foot down, wrapping the upper arm around the others and bringing the weight straight down. He slammed the Warlock to the ground hard on his back before moving to one knee. His left hand quickly found the other's wrist as he twisted it hard, throwing tremendous pressure onto the joint.

The Warlock was stunned. Hell, who wouldn't be. His force had been taken down with such fluid ease. "Ah!" There was a sick 'snap' as his arm snapped right at the elbow joint. His eyes watered, but he held in any 'satisfying' reactions.

( Think I described it a bit wrong. I haven't practiced this move before. Too ahigh a level for me. It's right here in this vid; for technique. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqZjbfg3xlI )

As Dante spoke to her Rain let out an aggrieved sigh inwardly, having known the vase would do nothing. Hurting the demon wasn’t the point, getting him to stop the lunge and Dante aware he was a demon was. She had succeeded in what she meant to do…until she realized Dante was paying attention to her. The whole idea was for the demon to bother with the vase and Dante to focus on the demon…She sighed, ignoring the sharp look as she gave him a look that seemed to say ‘Ignore me!!!!! Focus!!!’ She said nothing, however as he reacted in time, her eyes on the currently floored demon. She couldn’t help a bit of satisfaction, staying on the edge of the circle so she could lure out the demon if he broke through.

The warlock growled low and writhed on the floor, trying to get back up, but with a useless broken arm being held in such a way, it was impossible. Dante huffed before getting up and yanking the arm as he stepped around the man, rolling him onto his stomach. He then, having kept his hands in about the same positions, knelt on the floor and held the arm tight to the ground. One hand gripped just above the elbow, the other at the wrist. Yeah, this bitch wasn't going anywhere.

"Oi, hurry out with your voodo chant or whatever. This guy's boring!" He shot to the bird boy with a huff before glaring down at the pissy, wriggling man below him. "Stop trying. You can't get free, idiot."

Pre'acha'n nodded, fear subsiding as he continued chanting, voice raising and growing stronger with the final words. There was a split second of silence, and the runes on the wood in his hand burst into flame. The fire consumed the wood, wrapping around Pre'acha'n's hands as it did so. He gasped in surprise, almost dropping it. The flames twisted higher, splitting into two and arcing to the ground. One flame turned a soft gray, the other a deep gold. The piece of wood had entirely been consumed, and the flames around Pre'acha'n's hands died away. The two colored flames, however, took the shape of people, the gray a female, the gold a male.

"I have come here at the request of the Childe," The golden flame said, fire dying to reveal a god, holding a set of scales and a sword. "He has called me to judge one of evil."

The gray fire died down to reveal a woman, face melted. "He has called upon me to take the unnatural soul to the place it may do no harm," she said, scyth held with the blade down.

Rain sighed as he was finally pinned, enjoying his final humiliation. She had not had the tools to fight the first time…now she and those she cared for did and there was nothing he could do to stop it. She turned, waving to the god and goddess with little show before hooking her thumb towards the warlock who had so broken natural law and taken so many lives….”That’d be him” She said with a grin.

( Wait... Hel? You mean HEL, RIGHT!? She's UGLY as fuck! Her face is all melted away and everything! D= )

"The fuck...?" Dante blinked, staring at the figured, baffled by what was going on. He would never be able to understand magic.

( Not much else to say. xD )

((Hel? Ok, what did I miss? ))

( They yanked the Warlock from Danke. =O )

((finally, what else happened?))

((Oh and ti's teacher flirted with the Jade statue i.e. Amoni xD. and hmmm..... Pre'acha'n summoned a god and goddess who will now judge and destroy the warlocks soul XD))

((I'm fixing something?))

((Better?))

( Draky is using special magics to destroy the Warlock.
That's about it. xD )

((Warlock has nothing to say to the gods?))

( Not really, no. )

((great, the old guy is hitting on people *rolls eyes* ))

((just Amoni XD who doesn't know how to take it so it's harmless lol))

( Mmmh~ Yuh. Speaking of which, he got to hold Dante against a wall and press his body against Dante too. ;D Oh bby. )

((ok))

Forseti walked forward, looking down at the warlock. He frowned, the scales tipping to evil. "Take him, put him somewhere painful. The suffering he has caused others is great." He walked back to stand next to Pre'acha'n again.

Hel's face twisted into a deep frown as she walked forward. "For something so unnatural to escape us for so long. It does not bode well," she said, standing over the warlock and Dante. "You must release him, I am taking him, body and soul." She stared at Dante as she spoke, one hand hovering over the warlock.

(( XP old man still got some swing in his hips you young whipper snapper))

(( Amoni: <.<.... does he? *looks innocent* XD))

(( LMAO right, right. As long as he stays away from Oni, Arina and Dante, it's all good. ))