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[center][h2] - Daemon Magnus -[/h2][/center]
[center]- Area 2 -[/center]

Magnus didn't even feel it when he stepped into the path of the chainsword, its monomolecular teeth finding previously-burned and damaged daemonflesh between the plates of his armor. Failing to interrupt Magnus' stride, the chainsword was torn out of Lugi's hand, breaking fingerbones with it as it stuck in the quickly healing flesh.

A split-second later, MAGNUS DID NOT GRAB YOUMU'S THROAT. He glared at her like one who glares at a sheep about to be slaughtered, with no heart and no remorse. In his left hand the Blade of Magnus, still wet with dragon's blood, had reformed into a kopesh, a curved Egyptian style sword perfect for beheading. Now, he would get his way.

Still the child had some fight. Magnus remained unmoved as she struck Hakurouken through his right arm. He noticed that she still held her other...

"What am I doing?" ...


Magnus blinked and stared at the face of a human girl whom he was holding by the throat. Instantly, a long, hot sword came down between them and seared its way cleanly through his right arm, severing it from his body.

Crying out in blinding pain, the girl and his arm both fell to the ground in a splash of raw magic and blood. What the hell was going on!? He was under attack! Staggering back a few steps, Magnus was in a state of mental shock. The chainsword dislodged from his leg as he moved, and he looked to be on the defensive. Attempting to cover his wound with his other arm, he backed away while keeping his eyes on the small gathering of strangers. One was on the ground with a broken hand. One was some kind of dragon-type xeno that was critically wounded and desperately trying to heal itself. And there were others he could not see that were also nearby. 

Suddenly, things started to become clear to the confused daemon prince. This wasn't who he was. He didn't have need to threaten any little girls, and he was not ruled by fear. Such ways were beneath him, even as a daemon. Quickly, he uttered something esoteric and an energy field formed around him. He knew these were not his friends, not after what had happened. He also knew that his power was vastly limited and that he had been spending a fair amount of his energy on this pointless battle. 

He stepped back, one step at a time, clutching his missing arm. There was little to do now to right the situation. "I'm sorry." He stated in a voice that seemed like it came from a different person. The best thing he could do at this point was to leave. His wings began to open.