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[b][color=A30000]Level:[/color][/b] 2 (18/20 EXP)
[b][color=A30000]Location:[/color][/b] Sandswept Sky - Mountain Cave
[b][color=A30000]Word Count:[/color][/b] Less Than 750 Words (+1 EXP)
[sub][b][color=A30000]Interaction:[/color][/b] [@Yankee] and [@Lugubrious][/sub][/center]

Glinting in the light shed by Poppi's beacon, the half-demon's red eyes frantically searched the surrounding darkness for signs of movement; Laharl panted heavily, looking thoroughly nerve-racked in the dim light shedding from the artificial blades beacon. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, and as Laharl reached an arm to wipe his face with the back of his scrawny wrist the sudden cry of his small rotund companion made his heart skip a beat.

Hands tightening around the grip of his weapon, Laharl took a step towards the nopon yet stopped in his tracks as a set of bloody claws smashed through the platform below him, letting loose a bloodcurdling cry as his legs were raked by the beasts sharp talons. It's limbs retracting as his ally brought his weapon down, falling short however and subsequently losing his footing as Tora fell into the darkness below.

Suddenly outrage overcame the boy as he limped slightly to the edge of the broken platform Tora had fallen through, Laharl's pant legs were thoroughly ruined both torn and bloodied red with the crimson fluid seeping from long deep gashes stretching down his legs, staring down into the dark below then glancing at his wounded leg Laharl gritted his teeth as a low growl echoed from the back of his throat, he [i]was[/i] pissed to say the least.

Laharl let loose a howl of rage as he descended beneath the platform, falling upon the weakened wreck of the gaunt beast with his axe poised to fell the wretched thing, with the sickening noise of flesh being torn and bones snapping the half-demon decapitated the Wendigo.

He pulled his weapon from the bloody mess of a corpse, like a woodsman pulls his hatchet from a log. Feeling empowered slightly by the creatures defeat, however the battle was far from over so the time for celebration would have to wait [i]besides[/i] now the half-demon had blood on his mind, not to mention the rest of his body.

However soon something else made the half-demon lose all semblance of his composure [color=A30000]"PRIMROSE!"[/color] Laharl shouted, catching a glimpse of the dancer as a sudden movement slammed her to the cave floor. Something about seeing her get hurt made Laharl feel an emotion much different from anger, it was like a twinge in his gut that made the boy feel concerned for the well-being of his ally.

From the darkness of the cave Laharl bellowed furiously, practically flinging himself between the fallen dancer and her would-be assailant as it tried to flee. Landing just in front of his companion, the look of anger on his expression disappeared realizing the others had dispatched the beast yet it was clear from the look he gave Primrose that he was worried about her and not hiding it well. It was obvious he had rushed over when he saw the beast might have hurt Primrose, not that he would ever admit it.