Aiden
"I agree, you can only do so much in some situations, so it's best to count what you succedded at, instead of where you failed. A pleasure to meet the both of you, I only wish it were under better circumstances." Aiden stretched a little, wincing a little as he felt the sting from the bite on his leg. It wasn't a deep wound, but it was still a bit of a hinderance to his movements. "But that aside, we should probably go look for any survivors or straggling monsters that maybe around, they could be some who require some medical attention. I hope those cards aren't just one use only." Aiden finished with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood some what with a slight joke. "And that's an interesting accent you have there, though I can't place it. Where are the two of you from, and how did you come to know each other?" Aiden asked as he made his way towards the town, his senses on high alert for any signs of life.
Xavier
Xavier looked outside when the fighting was done, glad to see the demon gone. But no sooner had he felt that relief, a bitter shame filled his heart asnhe thought about his actions. He had run away from the fught like a coward and had cried like a baby. How was he going to get stronger if he ran away from tough fights like this. 'I'm not running from another fight ever again. I will not be the weakest link in the chain that is Vyper Bolt. I will get stronger, I will beat Sable, I will beat Revan, and I wuill never allow myself to show such cowardice again.' Xavier rubbed his eyes dry, a new determinationnset in them, a dark fire that burned with a hunger for power that seemed to only grow as time went on. In the depths of his mind, deeper than where even Cassandra, the voice in his head, dwelled, a figure draped in shadow smiled, his grin wide and his red eyes filled with malicious intent,
"Soon, I will wake, and then I will give you the power you seek. But for know, you must wait. In time, you shall know who you truly are, and all will crumble under our power."
"Why hello Julian, my name is Drasinian, and you're going to be working for me from now on." The man smiled as he reached into his robes, seeming to wait for Julian's next move.
Julian said nothing, instead choosing to transform into a raging whirlpool of water and charge his captor, re-quiping around 50 swords he had stored in his re-quip space. "Whirling Devil's Sprial!" He called as he charged, the blades rotating at an insane speed as he did so. But Drasinian didn't move an inch as the whirlpool approached him. choosing to merely hold out his hand.
Just as he was about to get hit however, he flicked it upwards, speaking the name of his spell as he did so. "Fallen Judgement". A Mass of darkness, ringed by golden light, blasted upwards, disrupting the attack and actually hurting Julian as it seemed to force him to reform, causing him to fall painfully to the ground. As he cringed, Drasinian walked over to were he was standing, pulling out a small golden vial as he did so. "No need to tell me your sins, I know them well enough. YOu name shall be Ira, and you shall be the blade that shall strike down my enemies and pave my path to glory." The man grinned a mad grin as he broke the seal on the vial, letting out the black smoke inside "Now rise again, Ira, and strike down my foes. I have a job for you."