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Yarah's kick made a strange clanging noise, and he looked back to realize that Tanto had half-changed back and was well on his way to being fully shifted. His head had been the first to morph, leaving him with his gleaming purple helmet to absorb the kick - for the most part. It was evident in his violet eyes that he was beginning to grow frustrated by these gnats.

Yarah felt perhaps a little fear as Tanto lunged at him, swiping before he could regain the balance from his flying recovery. The Demon-Major's massive hand wrapped around Yarah's legs and squeezed brutally, probably breaking them as he jerked them out from under the Demon-Minor. He swung Yarah around like a doll, using his body to intercept a few fireballs from Ridley.

That done, Tanto threw Yarah with fierce power, straight into Xane with enough force to probably remove someone from the fight. He fluidly shifted back into his human form, charging Ridley as he dodged the fire and attacks. As he closed in, he shifted back into his lumbering armor, tackling Edward to the ground before he could get out of Tanto's reach and swinging a giant fist for his head. He also maneuvered to pin Ridley beneath his massive bulk, preventing him from fleeing as he rained more blows down on his head and shoulders.

Ooooooh s**t. Being used as a shield for fireballs was not something Yarah enjoyed doing ESPECIALLY when he was being swung around like a bat and his legs were broken. "Don't worry about it, I've been hit with worse," he called out to Ridley (somehow). He wouldn't know how bad the fractures were until he sat down to look at them. For the time being, he focused on shielding his body from the oncoming fireballs.

Yay. No buuuuuuuur-- Suddenly Yarah was flying. Correction, he got thrown away. He didn't know in what direction he was thrown, he just waited to hit the wall before he could attempt to heal his legs. If he hit anyone on the way to the wall, he never noticed. Geez, overkill much? The Demon-Minor should have expected it; a prideful Demon like Tanto wouldn't take a kick to the face kindly.

Now crumpled on the ground, he sat up before looking at his legs. They weren't mangled beyond repair, but it was still no laughing matter. He stretched his hands out to reach his feet before started the fast healing that he was known to do. I cannot afford to feel numb. I HAVE to make sure I can still keep going. After a minute or two, he slowly got on his feet and bent his legs. Sore, slightly numb, and my balance is a little off. He'd stay put till he was more confident in his legs.

When he'd paid attention to the battle, he noticed some VERY obvious changes in Ridley. "I hope you'll explain the changes after this spar," he called out.

Corhir shuddered briefly, feeling a vague impression as though something terrible had just happened. "Me? Or Ridley? Or the sort-of between-thing we are now?" Corhir asked for clarification.


EWE now.>
She shuddered again as she brute forced her way through the kinetic bolts, taking the battering as she forced herself to her feet. It seemed that Corhir's presence was greater than the mere hybrid body - there was a veritable shell of mana formed around her. She rushed forward again, feinting low then going for a flying scaled knee at the torso. There was a palpable buildup of potential energy awaiting release behind the jumping strike, in addition to the acceleration she was undergoing from the mana released behind her.

"Nice," Corhir panted as she recovered from the blast. "I'm a demon-minor. Been hitching a ride with... Ed... son o-" she realized a moment too late what Tanto's kinetic round was doing as it neutralized the chaotic waveforms of her mana and slammed into her torso, causing her to drop to a knee, gasping for air. Her demonic healing was doing its best to repair the lung's puncture quickly enough to get back into battle but-
Edward commented. Corhir got the impression of a resigned, somewhat sheepish smile on his face.
Corhir put her back to the wall and clutched the wound.
Edward replied. A devious grin.

Corhir licked the tip of the sword suggestively-



Then nodded. "We yield."

"Damn that was a good match!" He clapped for the two fighters. "Superb really. Kinda wish I had jumped back in. On the other hand, I think it might have been for the best I didn't get back in." He had a fierce grin on his face.

He walked up to the two fighters (no wobbliness thankfully). "So I know that you both got some injuries. My turn now," he said cheerfully. He looked at Ridley. "Why don't we start with you? I saw the hit to the torso." He raised his hands ready to heal any wounds she had.

He turned to look at Tanto. "I know she's got worse wounds than yours, but I'd still like to take a look at you after I'm done with her. Or him. Or well, Ridley and our mystery lady. Might we have the honor of knowing your name?" Tanto probably wouldn't want Yarah to examine him, but it was always best to be safe than sorry. He was extremely stubborn in that sense.

Tanto nodded silently as Corhir spoke. He could understand their arrangement perfectly. It was sometimes a pain to maintain a body, plus he too would love to torture someone whose body he shared.

Also, she wasn't all that bad to look at, though she was a bit young for him.

Corhir smiled and stuck her chest out for Yarah's benefit (and Edward's embarrassment) during the healing. "Don't worry, I can actually reassemble bits of his body with my mana. All that's left is a few cuts and scrapes. I don't think we managed to do much to him, but yeah. I'm eager to hear the damage report, I do confess."