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[h2][center][color=CBD8D7]- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -[/color][/center][/h2]

The thralls emerged from within the dungeons and leapt upon the first creature they saw. It was only a mere guard point that separated the dungeons from the rest of hell, but considering the combat going on elsewhere, it's safe to assume that the numbers are focused away from the home base. With that knowledge, Flos emerged from the archway, and the three demons not engulfed by the thralls set their sights on them.

[color=ed1c24][b]"The prisoner! Alert the oth--"[/b][/color], the voice of one of them was cut off by the sharp tip of one of the sisters.

Flos approached the other two with the Final Gaze in one hand and the other sister in the other, positioned to engage. One of them ran forward to strike, but foolishly focused on the bastard blade, allow Flos to command the sister to impale their head. The other tried to strike while their friend was bleeding out on the floor, but the sister held their weapon up high as one slash split the demon in half.

[color=CBD8D7]"Demon cretins,"[/color] he muttered out, taking into account that his opponents in the area fell to the thralls, who were now simply beating their corpses to bloody pulps. They were occupied, and no longer needed. Flos had is way out. He sliced the doors in half, and emerged in what he presumed is Hell proper.