The thorny forest of obsidian spikes subsided, melting into the ground and dissipating, leaving Azazel and maria amongst the debris and blood. The corpses of the two beasts fell to the ground in eviscerated heaps as the spike that impaled them receded into the shadows. As Maria began to gather up the violently sliced up wood, Azazel crouched down, fixing his gaze on the bloody remains of the beast. "This is...somehow familiar...this feeling." Stern eyes looked over the beast as an ominous urge drove Azazel to pull off his glove and lay a hand against it's rough, bristly hide. As his skin touched it's still warm flesh, a spark of energy zapped from the creatures corpse and absorbed into his fingertips, coursing up his arm and into his body. He gritted his teeth as a mysterious pain riddled his chest but swiftly had his attention snagged as Maria beckoned for him to enter a makeshift shelter she fashioned from some for of wizardry. He stared at her silently for a moment, the pain in his chest subsiding, before standing up and stepped into the shelter. "I suppose sticking together is a rather wise idea." Spoke Azazel, rubbing his chest absently as the strange familiar feeling calmed within him. "But we shouldn't stay here long. The scent of blood is likely to attract more...inconveniences." He sat down on a toppled tree trunk, holding his hand up to the warmth of the fire. "Assuming these...things are edible, we should leave after we finish eating and try to find civilization. Lest we wind up prey to another unearthly monster."