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	Aram beamed as Nasaraph clapped him on the shoulder, his fellow student commending him for his performance. [color=fff200]"Oh, pfftt..it was nothing, really."[/color] he said sheepishly as he began to follow the avian-cultured Vigilante. Nasaraph was really weird sometimes...but he was a pretty nice guy, from what Aram had seen. He considered him somewhat of a friend.
	As he walked, he fell in behind the two other students as they ascended the stairs, occasionally glancing at the plaques that marked which floors they were passing. He look in front of him to the other student, occasionally seeing his expression as they turned to climbed more flights. He didn't look comfortable at all. His brow was furrowed, and small beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

	[color=fff200]"Samoth, is it?"[/color] Aram said. [color=fff200]"You look tense. Maybe you should take a break? We could maybe wait for you, if you like.."[/color] he said as they continued their ascent. [color=fff79a]Maybe he's getting tired...even if he's a Laurel's student, he shouldn't push himself.[/color]

	Samoth didn't pause as he was addressed by the student behind him. He was aching. Not that the proposal would've derived much more than a "no" from him. He would continue until they reached the staircase leading to the tenth floor, with aching legs and, assumedly, Nasaraph and Aram in tow. A slowly growing irk in his mind would increase as they ascended the floors. Until he took step on the first step to the ninth floor. His brain was pulsing painfully already as he felt the presence of about...several people above him. [color=82ca9d]There.[/color]
	Samoth suddenly began running up the stairs, skipping steps as he rushed to make it to where he assumed he would find Alto.

	[color=fff79a]Wow, this guy is kinda rude...[/color] Aram thought as Samoth ran off without answering him. [color=fff200]"Hey! What's up?? Wait!"[/color] he followed up the stairs quickly, being sure to stay close to Nasaraph in case anything bad were to happen.

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	SLAM!!

	Maybe 'bad' was an odd term for what was on the other side of the door. Samoth put his booted foot back to the ground as he looked at what had been on the other side of it. [color=82ca9d]Shit.[/color] he thought.
Samoth had been in the business long enough to know that anything still standing whenever he arrived to Alto's location was not something to take lightly. And the other two leaders? Hell. This [i]had[/i] to be some powerful Demon lord.

	[color=007236]"Be cautious. This thing is-"[/color] he was interrupted in the middle of his over-the-shoulder warning by a shouting Aram. 

	[color=fff200]"Holy Crapola! What is that thing? And why isn't it dead yet?!?!"[/color] he yelled in the ears of the two students in front of him. 

	Samoth shook his head as he stepped from the doorway. He looked across the roof, spotting other students on the opposite side of it. Him and the other two seemed like easy targets, considering they were secluded from the rest of the group. But on the contrary, the demons would have to turn they backs to the larger group if they wished to corner them. Until he saw one of them multiply.

	[color=fff200]"Woah! That's rad! And also terrifying!"[/color] Aram exclaimed as he pulled the Bing Bong sword from the strap on his back. [color=fff200]"Too bad we'll have to kill it!"[/color] he smirked.

	[color=82ca9d]Don't be too sure-[/color] before he could finish his thought, Samoth was struck across the face by a flaming sphere that he hadn't seen coming. It made him stagger and almost fall, but he retained his stance, looking at the group of demons who had sent it. [color=82ca9d]Hmpf.[/color]

	A single Demon came flying towards them as Samoth took a single step forward, raising wide a telekinetic shield in front of himself as it shot several fireballs at them. They poofed harmlessly against the barrier. It paused for a moment, then disappeared. And was directly in front of Samoth. It lunged a clawed hand at him, which hit the weak barrier, earning a wince from Samoth as it shattered. [color=82ca9d]Ugh, what-did it have claws before??[/color] he barely had time to clutch his head as the hand continued through its contact through the barrier, towards his chest.

	And was intercepted by Aram. The blade of his Claymore thrusted into the path of the Demon's hand, slashing into the flesh of the being, accompanied by the tell-tale [color=00aeef]Jingle[/color] that came with a strike from the weapon. It hissed. [color=fff200]"Oddly satisfying!"[/color] the Alchemist declared. He lunged towards the Demon, turning the blade outwards and downwards, aiming to cut it at the belly. His usually demeanor didn't betray his skill in combat. He was fast with a blade. But the Demon was fast, too.

	It vanished. Aram thought quickly, and used his forward momentum to swing his torso around, making a sweeping slash around himself in anticipation of a attack from behind. His swing was met with resistance, the Demon having blocked it with inter-locked claws. [color=00aeef]Bing![/color] The block, combined with his forward movement and the awkwardness of the attack transition, caused Aram to lose his balance. He tucked his head in, rolling to his shoulder and coming out in a one-knee-down blocking position, just in time to intercept the Demon's attack. [color=00aeef]Bong![/color]

	[color=fff200]"Oooh, fiesty now, are you? Oh my, I hope you're not too much for me to handle!"[/color] he teased. 

	He saw a glow from beneath him, and looked down. [color=fff200]"Oh."[/color] he quickly rolled backwards, out of the block, before the rune bursted into a tower of flame. [color=fff200]"How inconsiderate! That's cheating you know...but if that's how you want to play it!"[/color]

	Aram feinted going for an over-head swing with the Claymore. Which would have been extremely easy to block, considering the Demon's speed and strength. But he released the blade.
	He hands came together into a clap, earning a spur of black energy from his palms, and he shot them forward in a Hamekameka-esque thrust. Several ounces of salt were alleviated from one of the many bags at Aram's hip. And a furious explosion bursted from his hands, directed at the chest of the beast. It would be sent almost directly towards the stairwell, hopefully not catching Nasaraph in the way.

	His Claymore hit the floor. [color=00aeef]Bing!Bong![/color]