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Maximus frowned as he felt his mark start to burn and could also feel the magic that summoned the demons that attacked the camp. The magic casters were out of his range, naturally. However, he could usually sense the demons and monsters that attacked. Picking up his staff he walked on down to the stream to check for any signs and see what he could feel with his magic. The camp and the front was only on the other side of the stream and out a little ways more.

Feeling the burn of his mark fade as the man drew further away, Voidrune was left with no doubt that this strange man was the cause of the change. Setting off at a sprint, he followed as quickly as he was able, sticking to the shadows whenever he could. After a while, he lost him, but could see the lights of a camp under attack. Seeing it as a good way to get more some good favor with the authorities, Voidrune decided to join in the fight. Charging towards the battle, he began to see that they were under attack not by humans, but by demons. Making the connection, he began to hurry, the prospect of killing already beginning to make his blood run faster, his mind running through strategies as he moved closer. Moving within 200 yards, his mark began to burn again. Feeling wary, he began throwing his knives, aiming for obvious weak points in his strange opponents whenever they were revealed. Having thrown all his knives, each one sending a demon into the arms of death. Drawing his dual swords, he charged into the fray, slashing his swords in a deadly dance, dodging tooth, horn and claw, retaliating smoothly in the same motion, a storm of death on the battlefield, laughing whenever a blow hit, his only reaction to increase the tempo of his deadly dance.

Ven soon realized he had lost his tail he watched him from a distance staying far enough away so that the mark on his hand didn't tingle. Following the newly turned prey he reached a camp and saw demons rampaging. He sat quietly his eyes scanning the field as several scattered people fought then his eyes fixed onto something hidden, or at least was supposed to be, a trio of mages wearing dark robes appeared to be spawning these creatures he recognized the robe though it was reminiscent of something long in his past. He brushed away the memories and stalked closer slowly approaching the mages through the trees until he settled above them he lowered the sickle and in a swift movement caught one of the villains by the ankle and pulling him into the tree as he descended using his weight as a pulley he stabbed it low into the tree keeping the frightened mage suspended as he kicked off the tree and landed in front of the remaining two. He wasted no time in slamming his hidden blades into the neck of the one he stood by and used him as a shield for any incoming attack then he spring-boarded off of the bleeding mage and ended the final mage with a dagger through his heart. "What are you doing here mage?" he demanded an answer from the poor man whose blood began to pool into his ears as he cleaned the blood and searched them for anything interesting.
((Anyone wanna be the helpless mage?))

((I suppose that works too either way he's just going to ask him why they were there and ends up killing him anyway. He normally wouldn't but it's kind of personal))

Maximus blinked as his mark burned worse and he looked at a woman with her feet in the water. "Well." He said slowly unsure why his mark was reacting to her, and more over why she was there.

Lyre looked up when she heard a voice. Her Mark was burning more and her eyes narrowed. She tried to stay away from people.

Maximus cursed as he jumped across the stream running towards the camp and the demon that was coming. This much powerful magic encouraged him to step in. From the edge he turned aside the fire ball that the demon threw. If he had been only a second later the ball would've hit the camp. It set trees aflame off to the side bright and blazing with heat.