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The doglike creature was admirably persistent. Much like denizen of the Infernum, Viral refused to show any weakness, even in defeat. If he had an ounce of loyalty, an ounce of respect, if he could have been controlled, then he might have made a decent ganeral in Hell's army. But no, Viral was wild and free, chaotic, like the rest of this fucked up and disorderly existance, and he sought to die that way. Damien was ready to oblidge him. 

Seeing his enemy wounded and blinded, Damien got cocky and stood with confidance out in the open. He smirked at Viral, ready to weave the magic that would twist his heart inside out or call a hundred skeletal hands to tear his limbs off, to let it be known the fate of all who oppose the coming of the one true god... But then, the unthinkable happened. Viral leaped up and somehow threw a blade directy at Cyano. His trajectory would land him directly on top of Damien, who in the blink of an eye had to question whether or not his enemy was actually blind. There was no time to move or to cast, and Damien staggered backward with widening eyes as he gasped in shock. Oh lord Asmodeus, punish me for my foolishness. 

A few shots from Cyano's multitool energy-pistol went off and there was a thud and a flash of red and metallic armor in front of the human. Quickly, as far as humans go, Damien realized he had been saved yet again by his demonic ally, the one who had killed the serpent priest. "May the Prince of Darkness himself bless you, nobel devil." Damien was truly greatful as he uttered this phrase, for he knew he had been stupid and left himself vulnerable. Such an act was unworthy of his masters and an insult to his god. Firebrand had given him another chance to prove his worth, and Damien owed him for that. 

Taking one of the long bones that hung from his belt, Damien sent it whirring through the air around him in a protective fashion, a spinning bone-shield that would deflect any incoming physical attacks. He also drew his sword, a long, thin, and lightweight blade fit for a caster. It was elegant and cold and quickly began radiating a dark energy as the necromancer glanced his fingertips over it. Damien's eyes turned a solid, glowing white and an aura of necromantic power swelled around him, making him look much more imposing. He was done being stupid. 

The darkened blade lifted in a direct line at Cyano, and Damien stared her down. She had fired at Firebrand, and the greatful necromancer would have no more of that. "Stop." He said in a commanding tone at her. "You will not dare to threaten one who shares the blood of my god in their veins, devil's blood. Red skin and horns and wings are marks of royalty! Be conscious of who you define as your enemy, girl. If you so much as lift your weapon at this honorable fiend, I will make certain you regret it."