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Over all the noise in the maul one familiar bellow caught his ears. A smirk played across his lips as he searched the crowd, shadowy wings twitching slightly at his back. Where was he...Titus would never forget that behemoths voice.

It wasn't until Herryk rose to attack the gingerbread house that Titus actually spotted him, a toothy smile spreading wider. Play time.

Finally rising from his seat Titus made his way over to the gingerbread house leaning against it casually. Yeah he didn't care this thing was attacking people that was half the fun really.

"Oi, this your girl?" He called to Herryk, the demon's wide smile hard to miss. "You're quite the looker for a reaper." Yeah, the fact that she was a reaper didn't escape him. Really were there nothing but reapers in this school? It was tiring.




HP: 30/30
Damage: 0
Status: Leaning against your tasty gingerbread siding.

Freya was left sitting on the ground when Herryk rose to his feet to try and attack the gingerbread monster again. She was, perhaps, a little put off that she had held him for so long, to receive nothing in response. So she sat there on her haunches, just watching, thinking.

And then she was commanded to not speak to someone she'd never met before. She gave Titus a look, before turning back to Herryk with a worrisome gaze. It was clear that Herryk had his reasons, and the boil he wanted her to keep away from was probably a punk. She trusted his opinion, she really did.

But she did not like being told what to do.

As soon as Titus opened his mouth, he proved that he was indeed the type of boil Freya would want to stay away from. She just wished Herryk had let her make her own decision on that one.

So she sat. Unhappily. And brooded. Unhappily. And rolled her eyes at the complinsult. Unhappily. But she had nothing to say.

She had a lot to think about.

Churrpup? Freya actually liked churrpups, but she knew this boil was getting fresh with her, and tainting the good name of the pretty minipets by using it as a nickname. What's more, she was sure he had just insulted her intelligence. He was looking for a sock in the mouth, and with her already foul mood, coupled with the fact that he'd picked up on why she was in a foul mood, she was more than hppy to comply.

"Listen." Freya stated flatly, pushing up to stand and step forward. Her hands folded in front of her. "I don't cares who yeh are, or what yehr sayings. But say one more word teh me and I'm gonna sock yeh so hard in yehr mouth that it'll be the last thing yeh says today."

She waited. Patiently. Silently. She kind of hoped he said something.

"Listening, Dollface," Titus replied, though that smug look was far from disappearing. Looked like he had caught her at just the right moment, just the right mode. Oh they were going to dance and Titus intended to lead.

A light chuckle couldn't help but escape him. "Now I can see why Big Slow likes you so much. That bird nesting in your head must have eaten your brain because you talk just as strangely." He gestured to her ear wings with amusement.

He pushed his way away from the gingerbread house eyeing the winged reaper thoughtfully as if he were trying to come up with a new name. Churrpup was too cute, too kind. Something with a little more venom suited his taste. "Featherhead.." He tried it on for size. "Bird brain..." He would continue to work on it. This was an important task after all.

TG swung his little legs back and forth, munching on his popcorn and pausing to applaud Freya's good punch. Damn. He needed more suckers around to start taking bets. He could have raked in some dough!

As it was, he was left eating free popcorn and seeing if she'd continue to pummel the boil.

The only reason Titus managed to elicit a glimmer of fear from Freya was because he was looking at her wings - and her wings hid the only thing of importance right now. Herryk's presents wiggled happily in the package that hid behind her covering of feathers, and Freya hissed in Titus' face, her hands lifting up to try and claw at his arms.

"Quit it, a*****e." She seethed out from between clenched teeth. "What the hells yeh thinks yehr goings teh do, anyway - we're in the middles of a maul. Get a holds of yehrself, little boil."

If he didn't let go, her leg lifted to try and knee him in the groin. After all, it was the catch-all for a situation like this.

Herryk had been slightly distracted by the house for one reason or another after ordering Freya not to talk to Tits. He would forever be berating himself for turning his back to Freya with the threat of Titus nearby, and the sight that greeted him upon turning back to his beloved ghoul caused a hot, burning rage to settle deep, deep down in his stomach. One thing became utterly clear.

He would kill this boil.

Herryk moved with surprising quickness to the demon and the valkyrie, his entire body rippling and shifting as he grew in size. His teeth were bared, heinously so, while thick brows swept downward. He looked feral, furious. Ten, thirteen, fifteen feet tall. The draugr was helpless to stop his natural ability from taking control of his body, but it would not be without consequences. His muscles contracted and shifted to accommodate his rapid growth, but the rage burning in the forefront of his mind extinguished any feelings of pain. The sight of the demon lunging towards his most prized and precious Freya -- Herryk could not tolerate it. It consumed him.

One enormous hand quickly engulfed the demon around his neck. Herryk brought Titus in closer to his face, and the words he spoke were laced with something more than rage, something that sounded terrifyingly like a promise.

"The next time Herryk sees Titus near Freya," he snarled, squeezing his fist tighter around the demon's neck, "Herryk will not hesitate to engage in a real fight. Herryk will end Titus. Jeg vil drepe deg." I will kill you.

With a terrible growl, Herryk heaved Titus a fair distance away. He shook with barely restrained rage as he turned to Freya, teeth still bared.

Freya felt the hand on her wing, and all her alert systems flicked on. Her entire body seizured up in anger, and hate, and most of all, disgust. How dare he touch her wings. How dare he even think to-

All of her anger was instantly replaced by a shocking sense of pain as the curve of her wing was pulled, straining the muscle where his hand accosted it, and several feathers were pulled forcefully out. She stumbled back, tears stinging the corners of her eyes threateningly. Nothing hurt like that kind of intimate pain. It made her want to fall on her knees and cry.

But she didn't.

The black shadow loomed over Titus and came between them, hiding the boil from view. She couldn't see what Herryk had done to him, but she did manage to catch a glimpse of the fury in Herryk's face when he turned to look at her.

And surprisingly, her own fury bubbled up in response.

She half expected him to blame her for what had happened. In fact, she knew that if, given the chance, Herryk would make the sad mistake of doing so - and she would never be able to forgive him.

So she took that chance away from him.

Stumbling another step back, her expression openly frightened of what she was looking at, Freya turned and walked away. The saddest part of all was that out of the little hole in her feathers where Titus had ripped them away, the tiniest of noses peeked out from a cage that had once been hidden within them.