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Carlyle ducked and slid to the side, at which point he approached this problem as he approached all problems: by shooting it until it stopped moving.

Ridley ran forward, dodging Tanto and swinging his sword a quarter unsheathed at Malcolm.

Indeed, Tanto rose again, his purple eyes focused on the subject named Malcolm at the end of the hall. He glanced down at Yarah. "You are the least incapable of those present. When I seize this victory, it is in part due to you. Stand by to receive the others of our party."

So saying, he took off down the hall, matching Ridley's attack with one of his own from the other side. Isaac, seeing that Tanto had been healed from his hit, was galvanized and also attacked, using his augs to leap above Malcolm and driving his silver blades downwards at his head and shoulders.

Yarah's first instinct was to look over Ty's hands and see the damage. Once he saw that there was none (and finally understood the question asked), he gave a tiny frown. "My art is that of healing, not enchantment." He looked at the werebeast's claws with a thoughtful glance.

"I am sorry, the most I can do for you is to return you to top physical form." That said, he shrugged. "Perhaps I can give you a slight defense with the physical recovery, but other than that, I am firmly in the background."

Cypher made him boil.

Tanto, still brimming with energy from his healing, rose to his feet and cranked his sword's Cypher-power to the highest level it could go. He glanced once down the hall, then with a slight oomph he threw the claymore like a javelin, propelling it like an arrow from the bow, right at Malcolm as he charged.

That done, Tanto jogged down the hall as well, either to finish off the creature or to retrieve his sword. Isaac was gasping for breath against the wall, but otherwise fine.

Malcolm, expressing his displeasure at the Cypher blade in his back, spoke thusly unto Carlyle: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Flecks of black began to emerge from his back; his whole body began smoking. He punched Carlyle against a wall as the hilts of the silver swords bounced off his back and got down on all fours, hissing (and still smoking). He lunged at Tanto and tackled him.

"b*****d!" he spat, arching his back and punching Tanto's chest, denting the metal floor below him. He stood and his muscles tensed, ejecting the sword from his back. "Of course. Nothing in this life so easy," he snarled as he stood over Tanto. "We'll meet again. And I'll be ready for you. He wrapped his trench coat tightly around his body and stepped over to a wall, which he promptly passed through and into.

In the wake of his passing, there was a strange calm, as nobody dared make any noise.

Malcolm did not return.

Tanto was yet again hurt. It was not all that surprising, considering the fact that the demon had just thrown a sword into the back of the enemy. Yarah once again went over to the large demon-major's side and silently healed the wounds sustained by Malcolm's second attack.

He followed the group out of the place quietly.

"F-f-fine," Isaac said, rather ashamed at his own lack of major action as he stood next to Tanto. Still, he wasn't Cassandra; he had actually like, attacked Malcolm. "What w-was that guy?"

Tanto thanked Yarah, though it wasn't ingratiating and didn't actually involve saying anything. He looked up and down the hall. "I think perhaps we should invest in exploring this facility," he rumbled. The hall looked like...

An interesting observation. Tanto led the march, Isaac immediately behind him, as they looked for any doors, branches, windows, anything.