This power, it was overwhelming, it felt like had the strength of ten men. "Isiel, what is this power" He whispered to the blade, it would seem rather strange if anyone saw him talking to a sword. [color=ed1c24][i]This power is yours. I feed of the darkness that is in the hearts of all men. Your heart only knows darkness.[/i][/color] The sound of the demons voice echoed inside of his head. Some form of telepathy must have allowed him to communicate with Blanc without actually being able to speak. [i]Summoner, we have a problem. There is an angel amongst these summons. If she is worth anything she'll notice my presence and want to fulfill her duty of destroying demons. We have two options, strike first or run. Your choice.[/i] There was no way Blanc was going to run away, if someone intended to cause him harm, he'd take them out with no remorse. Standing from his seat, Blanc started to walk in the direction of the Angel. [color=ed1c24][i]Summoner, I'd recommend flanking around the target then striking from behind. You aren't strong enough to take an Angel head on just yet. In this form I can only do so much.[/i][/color] Blanc ignored the warning from Isiel and approached the Angel head on. He had the perfect opportunity, but before he could attack something in the back of his mind told him to stop. What had gotten into him, why was he acting so irrationally? While lost in thought he continued to walk, by the time his attention was drawn back to reality he was standing right in front of the group. They were all faces that he recognized from earlier today. To think one of them would summon an Angel. He didnt say anything, he just stood there fighting with his self over wither he should attack or not.