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Sibyl's fur slightly bristled and she bit back a soft growl when Duke began commenting on the aura that somehow seemed very thick and whose expanse seemed so emmense it took up this entire section of the city. She didn't like the idea of a being capable of freezing something or someone on the spot because it meant it was powerful and it also meant that it was perhaps not the friendliest. However, Sibyl wasn't about to condemn the creature until she learnt and saw first hand for herself what it was doing here with these demons now. Perhaps it was their master and they were receiving orders? She didn't know, all she knew was that it upset the balance, the invisible scale of the world.

Nebiros was a patient being, mostly ignorant of other creatures pain, even demons. And yet the point was given and the pitch black feathers withdrew from Daigurens chest, leaving his strength completely intact, if not temporarily invigorated.
The great looming shadow addressed issues within his own order, for that was the kind of being it was. "CYNTHIA. GRAB THE NEW DOGS."
Without any other movement the excited blond girl was next to Sibyl and Duke, holding a switchblade roughly to each of their throats. "Move and I will spill your blood on the ground." she said happily, finally allowed to do something fun.
With those small situations handled the dark entity turned down upon Shinigami once more before letting loose in a strange musical language through the air that hadn't been heard on earth in a very long time. The only person on this continent that would understand it was Shinigami. It was the Angelic tongue, something only one of the fallen would understand for Lucifer had silently banned it's speaking in the Abyss. It was truly a shame since the calm and beautiful voice of Nebiros was nearly irresistible when speaking his native language.

The shadowy creature slowly withdrew back into Amandas body, unable to hold much more of it's materialization within this world. And with that the shadowy presence vanished, leaving behind his children, capable of handling the situation before them with ease in his absence.

((I only assume that Daiguren isn't versed in the Angelic language. If he is then he understands that little tidbit))

By the time Sybil had reached Ceon, he had already become a lycan. Pain brought about his wrath quicker than hunger or hate. The pain became overwhelming and he growled lowly as his eyes became large black pools. He was turning to his berserk form, though Ceon fought everything to cnotrol it. With the power Nebiros possessed, he could easily kill Ceon.

Sibyl noted Ceon's knee caps still had yet to heal so she offered her back to him to serve as a table and being able to alter her size, Sibyl was about the size of a tiger as opposed to a legitimate wolf. When Sibyl finally noticed Daiguren and registered that he was able to mobilize again she growled visciously, intending to keep him away from Ceon. She believed Ceon was blind and that Daiguren only bothered to pretend to be friends with Ceon because he figured he could gain something from it. Daiguren was not interested in friendship and that was clear to even Sibyl, he only sought to make himself the strongest though why he would want to achieve such a silly goal was beyond her.

She did not take well to a knife being held to her throat so she violently butted her head backwards into the being that was holding her to catch her off guard and attempted to slip her head out from inbetween her arm and free herself. The wolf did not take well to having anything trained on her and she immediately grew hostile, however, the downside of this could definitely be that the girl wouldn't be so surprised by her resistance enough to forget to slash at her throat as she head butted her.

The pale white man continued the gentle smile he always seemed to have. The way he always took things was calmly, and in order of the most obvious threats.
The blasts were dangerous if they hit rapidly, the problem was that they couldn't be seen. The Lycans were not always reliant on what they could see, and he simply shifted to dodge each of the shots in turn. To him, the fastest of they Lycans, this was childsplay.
He was less concerned about the fighting and more concerned with the rate of survival. Moving his hands in a quick set of gestures he pointed them outward towards the enemies. The temperature in the area plummeted as a massive wall of extra hard ice spikes came from the ground in the direction of the demons and thralls.
"We've overstayed our welcome then. Let's go!" Grabbing both Duke's and Sybils collars and hauling them up before shooting off in a flash, leaving a trail of falling snow and fog to obscure his trail.

((pulling you guys along in a forced exit to Jaden's apartment.))