[i]Impressive,[/i] Lily thought, watching Souta proceed into the fighting. Even without his Firebrand active, he still managed to cause quite a lot of havoc. Minor demons they may have been, but they were still demons. For him to be able to wade into the mess that was on front of them was not small achievement. She didn't fight the smile that spread across her lips. 
 
They had wandered for a good while before coming to the edge of the fighting, pushing through the tangled undergrowth with Fenn providing the primary source of their progress. Say what one would about him, but being as large as an elephant with teeth and claws certainly had its advantages in environments such as this. They had only just arrived at the battlefield and were supposed to watch and observe before going in. Or so Lily had believed. She hadn't gotten to suggest her plan of action before Souta had already entered the fray, and while she appreciated his enthusiasm she couldn't quite help but think that he was being a bit too reckless. There were, after all, demons and angels battling it out, but to her surprise he actually managed to hold his own. What's more, he fought well and killed. He came out on top and outmaneuvered everyone who came near him. 
 
[i]He's good,[/i] she thought, allowing her gaze to wash over the hordes instead. Mephisto, Scarecrows, Assaults... None of them were particularly threatening, but there were a lot of them. Not only that, but there were angels at play as well. Souta was a human, and known to fight against demons, so his presence would be a surprise but not anything major. Lily and Fenn's appearances, however, would cause a stir. Both were demons, and seeing the fight other demons would sow confusion among the angels. Likely the less disciplined ones would open fire on sight. She wasn't afraid that the angels would start to swarm them, but they were a risk to keep in mind. 
 
That being said, however, she had demons to fight. For once, she was happy that she had made certain to wear baggy clothes, complete with slits in the back. Fenn had already left her behind, barrelling through demons and angels alike, and she wasn't far behind. She rushed out of hiding, taking one long leap, then another, her body morphing. By the third leap a pair of huge wings beat down along with her, sending her high into the air. She let gravity take effect and plummeted to the ground, her roar joining the screams of demons and angels alike. The first scarecrow she met never even saw her coming, crushed underneath her weight as she crashed onto the ground - a half-dragon amidst demons. 
 
This, she decided, wasn't a fight to be fought with weapons. She had found a way to improve her draconic form, and now was the time to test it. The mausoleum was off to her left, so that was where she would go. 
 
Her presence, much as expected, had drawn the attention of angels and demons alike, and the first pack of enemies assaulted her. Three scarecrows circled her and struck. She bore down upon the first, grabbing its blade-arm with one hand and lifted it off of its feet. With a mighty heave she threw it to the side and sent it crashing into its companion. The third came from behind, sprinting towards her with its bladed leg. It spun and cut across her back, eliciting a grunt but nothing more. Lily turned, eyes aglow with fire and reached out. It jumped, out of reach, and she pursued. Jumping forward with a beat of her wings, crashing into it and forcing it down on the ground, her claws sinking into its shoulders. 
 
She opened her mouth, tasting the smoke that flowed out, feeling the heat in her chest, and then she [i]breathed.[/i] Fire poured from her maw: molten red and orange, covering not only the scarecrow itself but the immediate area around them drying and cracking the ground. She rose and turned, slamming her tail down on what remained of the scarecrow, scattering its ashes. From ahead charged an Assault, javelin-like claws extended and, quicker than she had anticipated, shot them at her. She didn't slow down, instead bringing up an arm to bat the projectiles aside. One imbedded itself shallowly in her arm, but the other two ricocheted off of her scales. They met in a violent confrontation, the Assault using its armoured head to divert her first strike, biting into her other arm. 
 
Scales cracked and pain flared. She took hold of its upper jaw and pried it off of her arm while ignoring the pain flaring from where it was biting down on her hand. She instead took hold of its back leg with her other arm and, without preamble and with a sickening crack, slammed it back-first onto her knee and let it drop limply on the ground. 
 
Ahead of her, Fenn continued his charge, crushing angels and demons alike that got too close. As his - for the time - mistress, she would not be outdone. She jumped into the air, beating her wings hard to gain altitude. She wouldn't have much time before winged demons, and angels, started attacking her, but she had some. She held still as much as she could in the air and let out another breath, bathing the ground in fire, incinerating denizens of hell and heaven without discrimination. Anyone that got too close to her flames were burnt. She snapped her jaws closed, cutting off the fire and returned to the ground with a powerful beat of her wings, flattening an unlucky mephisto with a wet squelch, it having lost its cloak previously. 
 
She looked up, seeing Fenn's tremendous form wreaking havoc in the battle, heading towards their goal. The mausoleum was up ahead, not far ahead of Fenn. He was covered in blood, broken bodies strewn around him. This was where he was at home: on a battlefield, surrounded by death and the force that decided the tide of the battle. She twitched, gritting her teeth. A heat stirred in her chest, and it wasn't anger, nor bloodlust. It was something else, something potentially even worse and even more dangerous. 
 
[i]Pride.[/i]
 
Holding such a position was not his right. It was [i]hers.[/i] Fenn was indeed powerful, but he was not her superior. [i]I am stronger,[/i] she thought, muscles tensing, [i]and I will prove it.[/i] 
 
She ran forward, into the throng separating them. Angels or demons - didn't matter. Anything that got in her way died. She took hold of an unfortunate angel's head, using him as a club until his neck broke, then discarded him by throwing him at the nearest assailant, knocking it - a scarecrow - off balance. From the side came another scarecrow, its eerie visage having no effect. She cut its bladed arm with her own, scales cracking but holding. She swung her tail around like a battering ram, hitting it hard enough to break the spine of a solid being, but instead it was simply thrown away, its arm almost tearing at the socket from where Lily still held onto the blade. She took hold of its shoulder and heave, ripping off the arm with a squelch and thrust the blade through the scarecrow and threw it away. 
 
Her next opponents were perhaps luckier, their ends quicker. A trio of Assaults sprang at her, the first she backhanded aside where it skidded to a halt some distance away where an angel took it upon itself to skewer it. The second she caught mid-jump with her tail, lashing upwards to send it sailing over her where it landed, still alive but momentarily groggy. The third came from the front and jumped at her, mouth open and going for the throat. She intercepted it mid-jump, grabbing it around the neck with one hand, her claws digging into its neck. She forced it down onto the ground and bore over it, her other hand forming a fist. It struggled, but to no avail. It was outmatched. Lily grinned and struck, caving in its skull with a single, powerful strike. 
 
Shaking the gore off her hand, she looked up. She was near the mausoleum. Not far now. But there were [i]still[/i] some foolish enough to think they could stop her. [i]Well, their choice.[/i] She inhaled deeply and leaned back, then let out her most powerful breath yet, a scorching cone of fiery destruction spewing from her mouth. Those that weren't finished off by it were jumping aside, leaving a relatively clear path ahead. She entered a sprint and set towards the mausoleum, dispatching any that still got in her way with ruthless efficiency.