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Roy was a bit taken back but at the same time not surprised to see Oni burst into a raging sprint towards him. Roy pulled back his arm that he held out in front of him to take a more defensive stance. Roy jumped to the left as Oni's right arm swung down. Roy slide a bit before extending before of his hands outward. Five yellow rings flew out of Roy's sleeves and attempted to attach to Oni to restrain him. If successful, he would fall harmless to the ground where Roy would be able to hopefully calm him down.

Tathian spun into a second movement and the chain wrapped around his body before whipping out like lightning. This time more of the fifteen feet of chain was used and struck a wall causing sparks and a ringing like bells. Just as quickly as it was swung it was withdrawn, then lashed out again. If not for the sheer brutality of the weapon and the movements it might have been graceful. You see, even in mere training the vanguard wielded the weapon as if it was being used on his worst enemy. He was aware of the woman watching him but continued through an array of movements designed to be both offensive and defensive. With a final swirl that forced the chain to form a complete circle he came to a stop facing the demoness his expression nearly stoic. The eyes he looked upon her with were dark blue with iridescent golden rings and golden flecks.

”Might I ask if there is something I can help you with?”

Tathian's tone was clear and cool, informal but crisp. His eyes possessed dignity, honor, and a sense of authority. The man the woman faced was no human of earth, and he also was not a celestial. A demon was pretty much out of the question, though that seemed the only logical conclusion left. Tathian was from a different plane, a different universe, and this was reflected in the fact that he did not attack the woman on sight as a human or a celestial might have done. Still the woman was armed and wore the garb of someone trying not to be noticed, a difficult thing in her garb given the very white and silver nature of this world. Still his eyes watched her, his manner that of a resting predator.

The uncommon stillness with which he addressed the woman in question, his eyes almost unblinking, his body completely still without shifting was aimed at unnerving the woman. It was something drilled into wilderness trained vanguards a way of handling unknown predators. The method of stillness also lent well to the initial moment of combat, his muscles were coiled like a snake the stillness enforced by that tension. The only sound at all was the still and steady rhythm of his breathing as he awaited her answer.

She could see it in his body language he was poised to attack if need be.She respect that aspect of him being prepared and somewhat informal in his tone.He had to be the man she was told about there was no mistaking it,even if his form was mundane.Even without her eyes she sensed nothing of an angelic power, or a demonic miasma but it was clear he wasn't human or anything she had encountered be for.She spoke though her mouth was covered and her lips did not part to make words but in the mans mind he heard her words clear.

"You are Lord Tathian correct?"

She would have bowed,but any sudden movements may cause the man to attack.So she simply let her self stay perfectly still and stare the man in the eyes.She felt no emotion whatsoever and simply waited for his answer.

Roy stood there not understanding Oni's question. "Freed?" Roy was confused, and on top of that was unaware of what had happened between Oni and his father. Roy extended his right hand before pointing a finger at the ice that was now between them. Roy fired an compress beam of superheated energy to cut through the ice before the whole thing shattered. Roy then quickly threw up his other arm in an uppercut motion releasing his flame wave technique. A massive wave of fire swept over towards Oni's direction. Following this Roy also jumped into the air doing an axe kick for another flame wave to meet the other. The flame wave made a plus sign now and rushed to meet Oni head on.

Sabriel Megalith

Sabriel's eyes narrowed a little at the guards as she looked up at them.
She didn't like how long they were taking to come to a decision.
Had she said something wrong? Did they know she hadn't given them her full titles? If they did, what good would they be other than being a waste of breath when the two most important ones (the ones she'd given!) were surely more than enough?

Biting down on the inside of her left cheek, she adjusted the way the straps of her bags were sitting on her shoulders and followed close after Citel and the leading guard.
Maybe she should have mentioned that Lucas was a long time friend of hers… But then again, how many human years or fairy years or heaven years had that been? Five years in the human realm could easily be five minutes up here… She knew from experience that it was five days in the fairy realms and even then, she'd never kept track of exactly how long she and Lucas had known each other.
If there was one thing that really put her on edge though, it was the fact that she was being taken to an estate she didn't know to meet a knight she'd never heard of, that from what could tell held a lot power over someone who held a lot of sway over what happened in heaven. Also, whoever gave a KNIGHT rule over the capital city? An outlying township yes, but the sensible thing to do would be to put a Duke in such a seat of power.
None of this seemed right to her and while it wasn't her duty to get to the bottom of it, she was not going to be a pawn in some power game.

Focusing on the back of the leading guard, she reached down and rubbed the top of one of her fans thoughtfully.
She was so deep in thought that she had missed what Citel had said entirely to the guard and was not paying as much attention to her surroundings as she ordinarily would.
It wasn't until they were passing a building with a sign out the front who's name she recognized did she snap out of her thoughts.
"The White Hart…"
Stopping in the middle of the street, she tilted her head to one side and folded her arms across her chest, assuming a "no nonsense" expression on her face.
"I have some questions and before we get to this Knight of yours, I want them answered."
Her voice was as no nonsense as the expression on her face and it would have been quite easy for someone like Citel to envision her with her hair done up and adorned with pearls, diamonds and sapphires, in a long navy blue dress with ornate silver embroidery around the bodice and a gauzy train of silver embroidery. Her wings fully extended to all their glory with a glittering silver crown perched atop her head and a sceptre of equal beauty in her hands instead of what appeared in front of them… A young woman in a white sundress with black leggings and black ballet flat shoes, her hair pulled into a braid laced with a ribbon.
As a Queen first and a Princess second she felt that she was in no way presentable for meeting someone of a foreign court.
"What that means for you two, is that we are going to stand right here until I get these answers, or I will be making it VERY clear to the next person I meet who ranks higher than a Viscount that my stay here in Yabbashael has been less than perfect!"

She took a quick moment to make sure she was standing inside the circle.She was already inside his mind and with each passing second she could "see" more of him

"Your no manner of demon or angel and calling you human would only be an insult.That only opens up the possibility of a being from another dimension or other plan of existence.I merely confirmed that by speaking of the Jagan,which is not an organization nor an order but a power of which certain demons and angels would have immediately set all their resources in my capture or destruction after hearing it.More over they would have known not to look me in the eye such as you have been doing for the past couple of minutes.You ask what I would do for you if you should accept me.The simple answer is to give u information about this world and its comings and goings.As for expenses ...I ask for no monetary compensation at all.I only ask for you to challenge my skills....train me if it is not inconvenient."

→The heavy breathing of the hounds gave off smoke as their muzzles laided open ready to move. Arcanum stared in to the beasts eyes with a faint smile on his face waiting to see if they were going to make the first move. Spinning his staff a few times he brings it against his forearm and holds it with the inside of his forearm. Yes it seemed it could not spin it around and slash though them but he could sure as hell priece their skulls with a thrust from this weapon. His wings quickly fading back into energy giving him less things to worry about and give these beasts a chance at truly striking. This was more fun to Arcanum than he would let anyone know, he may have hated fighting but when you do nothing for so long anything becomes your entertainment.

Finally sick of the waiting he beckons the beasts to come at him as he starts to charge at them in a long strided jog. He would pick up the speed once he knew what the beastw would do to attack him. Thou of course the Hell Hounds charged at him one going to each side. Something he had prodicted from smarter enemies but they seemed to have some form of intellegence now. Now going into a run he starts to get his bounce steps as they start to get closer to each other. The one from the right toke the lead once the distance closed and leaped towards Arcanum. Pulling back his staff he waits till the beast gets close enough for him to get a great strike. Now within a two foot distance of Arcanum he lunges his staff blade into the jaws of the hound gutting it down the middle. Skidding back by the sheer weight Arcanum spots the other hell hound already in the air. Swinging the massive beast on his Staff Blade he uses it as a club smacking it into the being sending it away rolling across the ground. Arcanum had pressed the staff against his body and turned his hips using all his strength to use the large beast as a weapon. Rolling against the ground only for a second the Hound quickly raises to its feet and starts to charge at him once more. Dropping the staff along with the hound Arcanum builds up his energy into both hands compressing them down as quickly as he could. Claws extended the beast leaped ready to slash the fallen apart. Eyes burning crimson Arcanum raises both hands unleashing the lightining looking emergy into the body of the beast. But it did not stop the Hounds foreword movement towards him as it crashed into him. Both bodies skidded across the ground from the impact. After clearing a few meters Arcanum pushes the massive beast off his chest and starts to get up. The damned things were heavy and it had knocked the air out of him from the impact. Brushing himself off he notices his shirt ripped and tore with blood stains. Openning up the shirt a bit more the claw marks from the beast were their fresh and now stinging.

Cursing alittle to himself at how the thing had did this, he quickly threw it aside walking over to his staff. Pressing his boot against the forehead of the hound he grabs the middle of the staff with his right hand. Pushing down with his foot and pulling up with his right hand he frees his staff from the hound's skull. His hands stung slight at the energy had used but he ignored it as he brought his staff to his face. The smell coming from it was just awful. It was a mixture of brimestone and wet dog. Oh yes that was just great he was going to have to clean deep into this thing to get the smell out. Turning around he starts to extend his wings out and launch himself into the air once more. He would head towards the main source of energy in the area and destroy it quickly←