Balthier

She managed to get the door open but just barely, as she burst through it she realized, opening it had slown her too much. Still, getting in character, she let herself feel the thrill of the case, a little adrenaline, she let out a short little scream, as he closed. She felt him closing in as she ran out the door, looking frantically left and right. Wondering what she would see, if anything. She scrambled trying to high tail it, but the door had slowed her, if Zorn lept right he could get her and she knew it. She ran one arm pumping and the other trying to hold Daimond Exzel's breasts from bouncing all over. As fun as she was having, she feigned a look of fear again looking over her shoulder.

Zef's mouth smiled the slightest smile, returningher bow, "I am a sworn retainer, since Mistress Exzel has released me. I had been sealed away, for a very long time, before she released me, I owe her a debt." He regarded Elie kindly, politely holding her eye contact, despite her bare chest calling out for him to look. He did it put of respect for Exzel, and she noted approvingly. Exzel looked at Sebastian, she looked uncharacteristically tired in her eyes, the spell taking a lot of energy out of her. "Yes, that sounds delightful. A bath, and... Voltron. Perhaps some refreshment, as welll, I feeling drained." The most effective way to recover energy was to drain in from someone. But she wouldn't be draining Elie tonight, so food, though less efficient, and not as "fun," could help her regain some energy. "B-Bowl... tron?" "Voltron.... A delightful little show. Have you watched these things called T V?" "I have not time for such things, Mistress." "Understandable, but I invite you to view with us this evening. Now convey us to the baths." Zef bowed, too polite to refuse his Lady. He scooped up Exzel in one arm and Elie in the over, carrying both in strong arms as if they weighed hardly anything at all. His arms around their backs, and hands under their rears, holding them as he walked them to the baths.

Akemi noted, to her mind, the sad lost puppy like look that came over the Hound as she answered with a shake of the head. She was feeling fairly girly being carried as she was, and feeling girly in a monsters arms was... well she didn't know what to frel. Akemi stood finally, as she was placed back on the ground. Akemi felt like perhaps her words had an impact finally. Should she let it be for now, give her time to contemplate? It seemed like a rather delicate time. Akemi's armor was removed down to about her bikini line, she was considering if she should change back as she looked back to the Hound. About to say something... Just then a new feminine voice cut in from the forest adressing Hellhound, "I saw the destruction of the town. Well done. Now finish off this girl... or give her to me." The voice demanded, as one used to giving orders. Akemi looked to see a demon, gold of eyes and blonde of hair, coming out of the forest towards them on the Hounds path. The demoness looked at Akemi's torn armor, licked her cherry red lips and smirked. Standing with a hand on her hip.

Welcome to the club, by the way, @Fragarach. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

Work is especially irritating this week. I may be off a bit. Rare, but it happens. I'd say go for it, Satai may have thoughts.

"Hey, wait!" Was what she wanted to say, but she sputtered and the words didn't come out. It hurted to move, but Akemi had never let pain stop her. Her championship high-school Kendo club could attest to that is nothing else. She could walk, but only resisted lightly, more protesting silently as the Hound picked her up. The smell of carbon, from fire and burnt things was around the Hound. That Carbon smell could permeate everything around it, sure enough. In fact some of her armor had the smell now too, to go along with the heat scoring. She had not counted on seeing the mo ster THIS close. Nor had see been prepared to be picked up and have the girl's bare breasts pressed on her side. It felt too intimate for her for soneone she was trying to kill minutes ago. But now she was getting a different vibe. This one just seemed... ignorant of a lot, and more beastly selfishness than having an overarching evil desire. But what to do about it? Something about the Hound made Akemi think of something she had read in world literature long ago. Lenny, from of Mice and Men for some reason came to mind. That and a cross between a Saiyan from Manga her father used to let her read. Ragnahild's words still echoed in her mind. The question being could the hound be tamed enough to be compatible with life, or was she a complete lost cause. Akemi looked into the Hounds eyes, being intimately close, to see if she could peer I to her soul deeper. "Yes, such a good girl. Although, I'm not sure the people near by want to see you again so soon. You may have hurt some of their family. I'm pretty sure I can make it back." Akemi paused, considering something, "Do you have family?"

Exzel softly smiled at Elie, "Hurt? Yes. Dead? No. He made a good try, but I am not built weakly. Also your man Sebastian had quick action to heal me. Enough to survive and move at the least. Still, I'll need to recover fully still. But the bio-regeneration of my kind is strong." Exzel ran soft fingers through Elie's hair, lightly massaging her head. Zef made to redress himself, in no practicular hurry. "Perhaps we should clean up, then rest? I could use warm water, and a rub down. How about you, my love?"

Even in Daimond's form, she still had her supernaturally strength, maybe not quite as much as in her true form, but close. She didn't intend to use it however. Just try to limit herself to about adult human strength, if it came to wrestling and hitting, but she did use that strength to move quickly. "You'll never find out, once I escape, and leave you to yourself!" She did manage to dodge, but just barely. Having to move her arms from covering herself, her breasts bounced free with the sudden movement. He was fast, yet she was agile too. She ran around the room, leading him on a frantic chase, really trying to avoid him. She went over his bed, and made for his door, she put her hand on the knob, starting to open it, tuned to look over her shoulder only to see Zorn rapidly closing the distance. To see his power on display was fun.

Hellhounds actions seemed so foreign to Akemi. First they were at each other's throats, now the beast was topless and acting friendly without a care in the world. Akemi felt weird herself just having her midriff bare in the sight of a foe. Oh well, if the hound didn't care she wouldn't let it bother her. The only thing that slightly annoyed her was that her friends and foes, thus far, seemed to have a bit more up top than her. "The average human isn't worth your time, to fight. The average demon however..." She resisted, then reluctantly gave in to let the hound guide her hand to her head, giving her an awkward head pat. "However demons, arrogant and strong, would seem like the natural being to test your strength against and get stronger. Think about it, you fell a measely humans, it's nothing special, you don't get stronger, and the demon's don't care. Say you lay in wait, like the patient hunter, and ambush a demon attacking a human town. That would definitely get a lot of attention for the townfolk. Plus there's so much more to do when in a city, so many more people to meet." Akemi finished the head pat, putting her hands back on the ground. "Besides, take out too many cities and either you run out of things to destroy, or the Daimond Sorceress comes in with her full team. Either way, it seems like there are better ways to go. But just think how many people would see your prowess if you took out a demon in front of them."

Exzel had become an excellent role player, as an operative for Gyumaoh, besides being one of his playthings. While she had hated Gyumaoh, she had enjoyed greatly the freedom when on covert missions. Taking out key targets, gathering intel, or sowing chaos from within. Then serving as a conduit to transport troops. She had been incredibly good at that bit. It was when she was trapped in Gyumaoh's fortress that she had felt truly oppressed. Always in danger of death if the great demon lord wasn't satisfied, with her performance in the field, or in his bed chambers. This felt fun. Being someone else, playing a role, doing it for her, it felt more like an old mission than Gyumaoh's harem. Diamond Exzel feigned fear, "I'll never submit to you! Demon!" She turned covering her naked body with her hands, looking slightly defiant. She was prepared to dodge when he pounced, she would try to give him a good, little chase around his room, at the least. Maybe down the hall.

"You destroyed a town, hurt and killed people. We are a social people, and I am a guardian, of Japan at least, if not humanity." Akemi's eyes and voice were full of passion as she spoke, "Have you ever considered how much potential is waisted ever time a life is cut short?" She looked at the hounds face to see if anything was getting through to her. "What is someone was cut down before they could become a great hunter? A great chef, or a great musician? Or a great warrior even? Now we will never know or experience in our lives, what they might have done. Destruction for destructions sake, ultimately makes the world far less interesting. Destroy everything, and the world will be a lonely, boring place, even for you I would imagine. Less people to talk to, less to hear interesring things. Less people to notice you..." She tried not to get too deep on morality, but explain it how she thought the monster might understand. Akemi's eyes watered just slightly as she couldn't help but think of her mother, cut down in her prime. Akemi's eyes widened as the hound held her sword out to her. It was not something she herself would do. Not to someone she considered a vile foe. With quickness but upmost caution she took her sword back, holding it down by her side. Her eys widened even more as the hound started taking pieces of her armor off, clothing coming with it. "What are you doing? Hey! You are forward" She protested verbally, and turned her body a quarter turn to the right, to shield her modesty. She squinted her eyes, but did not wince when she felt the heat sealing her wounds, her control like her swordsmanship was precise. Still concentrating on gather her spiritual energy in her body, just in case. She still held a lot of anger, she thought about cutting down Hellhound, but somehow, restrained herself. Perhaps they would live past today after all. The words of her friend Ragnahild echoed in her mind, "It is wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope. Be not too eager to deal out death in judgement. Even the very wise cannot see all ends." She had often wondered if Ragna had thought of that herself, or heard it somewhere else before passing it on to her. No matter, it made good sense. She stilled her hand, withholding judgement for today. Checking the front of her mostly bare torso. Only really now accepting she may very well live through the day. She released a deep breath, and some tension. "Well done. Have you considered... you're playing with the wrong people?"

@ElieCapulet30, thoughts on where do we want to go with Princess Lost in Thought now? I feel like the current scene is pretty well wrapped up.

Exzel shifted her weigh from one hip to the other as she stood there, slowly doing a sexy turn to show off her body. Her prominent feminine features and fitness making her look like prime a breeding candidate. She enjoyed making most males lusty, her face an enticing smile. "I suppose, we could do both. It takes a lot of concentration to mimic someone exactly, I don't usually do it that often. Would you prefer to start or end with your foe for one last go? I will say, with an open mind, it opens up many role play possibilities..." She did a full turn and a half, ending with her perfect rear facing Zorn. Running hands down from her hips up to her breasts, looking over her shoulder. She changed into Daimond again. Feigning a look of concern on her face, once again closing mimicking her voice, "You'll never catch me.." She made ready to run, if he was game for it. Otherwise she awaited his response.

Akemi considered refusing outright, than except aid from her foe. Only this beast was grinning like an idiot, and talking like she would help. Akemi didn't trust the situation, in the least. She could feel her phone, tucked into the back of her armor, at least her friend had probably been able to track her location. She was at a disadvantage currently, but her strength was not entirely spent. Nonetheless wrestling around on the ground didn't seem like a good idea. "Why would you want to help me?" Akemi had considered she could end up like her mother, killed in combat, she didn't think it would be so soon however. The offer felt like a trick to have lower her guard, and she meant to take her foe with her, if it was her time. Then again, maybe this was just a playful fool. A dangerous playful fool. If that was the case perhaps living to fight another day was worth a chance. Suddenly she thought of her father, he would be devastated if she perished here, and she wouldn't be able to take over the ramen shop from him anymore. Perhaps a chance to walk away, for his sake was worth it. Akemi, she heard her name whispered by a feminine, familiar voice. Looked around and saw nnothing. I'm I delusional? Perhaps that hit was harder than I thought, was all she could think. The same ghostly image again haunted the very edge of Hellhounds peripheral vision. "What do you propose, and how do I know you won't grill me like a tacoyaki?" Akemi's mother had been a shinto priestess on top of a magical girl. She had inherited some of her mother's spiritual power, and gathered it inside her. For the hope that if she did die, the energy would release catastrophically and purify anything close to her.

Name: Ragnahild Lagerthasdottir Alias: Blood Claw Age: 18 Sex: Female Short bio: Ragnahild is a native of Iceland. Her family a long line magical girls, said to have a touch of Odin upon their line a millenia ago. Just out of high-school, she has come to Japan a few months ago to practice with other teams, befriending Akemi/Seraph shortly thereafter. When she summons her magical girl armor and her favorite lightning charged axe, she also can summon her Thunder Wolf mount, Fenris, who is both fast as well as fierce in combat. Stronger physically than Akemi, she doesn't quite have the same grace as her friend, but matched her in ferocity. Can drink most men under the table.

Akemi's sword stuck in the ground, when she hot Helhound and they rolled, the beast had ended up on top of her, minus a little clothing. Akemi looked up at the beast as she say on top of her. There might have been a way for a pause, but her anger was too fresh. Her friend had been seriously, hurt, and the images of people killed where still in her mind. Gritting her teeth straining to over come the pain, she raised her hips, and jerked to the side, pressing one hand on the Hound's chest to push her off, as she rolled to a crouch, then stood up slowly. Blood and carbon scored her armor, some blood still leaked from her wounds, she held her arm injured with her good arm, for a moment, then shook it out. Her eyes squinting in a scowl, noting her foe also still bleeding.

Here it was, the beast... she was getting sloppy to Akemi's mind. She made to charge forward to meet her claw to sword again, but it was a feint. Instead she leapt back quickly, Feeling the presence of her ancestors with her, her halo flared blindingly bright, as if Amaterasu herself was present, for just a flash. Recommiting to an attack, Akemi yelled, "Banzai!!!!" at the top of her lungs, and aimed a spirited thrust. Again she put her whole body into the attack, she saw the claws coming at her again but was undaunted. The spirit was upon her and there was no turning back at this point. The force of her charge meant that even if her sword missed, their bodies would slam together like a sumo, though doubtful she had the strength, she had every intention to plough through her opponent. She aimed her thrust true and lunged, the claws of the hound cought her body, piecing and melting parts of her armor, pain like fire spread through her abdomen, even as her blood spilled in arcs on the ground. Yelling, gritting her teeth she drove her attack home, holy blessed sword first.

Akemi was a student of Kendo, where a simultaneous kill, Aiuchi, was acceptable. You had to be tough, and take the hit, but an opponent couldn't block effectively while they attacked any more than the swordswoman could. Akemi committed fully to the Aiuchi. Her foot work was perfect as she pressed the attack. The claw on her shield scratched it, her charge only pushed the hound back minorly. She took the first return hit on her armor, while she slashed viciously at the Hound, with her sword, energy crackling down it's blade, aiming a blow that would slice a human in two. She took the hit to her face in order to land her simultaneous attack. She felt her sword connect but couldn't see the damage as Helhound fit her full in the face, snapping her head to the side. Teeth were knocked loose, and she could taste blood in her mouth. The aura from her halo was the only thing that saved her face from being burned off. She sustained minor burns even through the aura, but she rolled with with the punch, beating her wings once flying back to reduce the impact. Still it had hurt greatly. She cracked her head to the side, carbon scoring on her face, but her eyes looked back at the Hound with all the fierceness of a Sumarai. If this was to be her end, then she would make such an end, as to be worthy of her family line. She spit blood on the ground, and gritted her teeth. Holding her sword high, in an offensive stance. She meant to give every bit of the damage she took back in kind, and then some if she could manage. She let out a short kiai/battle cry, to harmonize her mind, body and spirit to the task at hand. A deep ghostly groan emanated from the forrest around them. Unknown to either combatant, an Onryu, a vengeful spirit, lingered around them. Her otherworldly haunting visage only briefly perceptable on the very edges of peripheral vision. And her anger was slowly rising.

Akemi felt a true distaste, and even a little... pity? Such a base existance. The beast clearly had no morals as humans understood it, she was probably completely selfish, and self serving to her ends, and caring little else other than her narrow wants. Akemi surged forward and used her wings to boost her speed as Hellhound lunged. Throwing all her force behind her shield, to bash the shield into Hellhound with all her weigh behind it as she clawed at her.

"You have pleased me, and I've been handled extremely rough before, I can take it." She ran a hand slowly and seductively up the back of her leg and over her shapely ass. Then slowly stood. In Daimond's voice, dripping with need she spoke, "I would risk, just this once for you. Don't you want me? Won't you claim your prize?" "However we have options, if you prefer." Easing out of Daimonds form she grew taller taking on the shape of a blue Oni, tattooed with Lightnig bolts. "Perhaps you would be more comfortable with this? The lightning tribe is thought to be very desirable. And none moreso than the Lighting General." She reverted to her true form next. Her voice, low and seductive, "Or there is just... me. Take your pick, or name your request, and we shall fulfill your desire this one time." Her lips curled into a devious smile.

Exzel thrusted once more for good measure, making sure to fill her womb, then pulled out of the Priestess, having filled her to the brim. She slapped the High Priestesses ass as she moved around her to Elie. "Hello Darling. You had us all a bit worried." Exzel ran fingers through Elies hair, to comfort her, surrounded as she was by asked spirits and demons. Exzel moved to help her sit up. "Steady. How do you feel now?"

Exzel took some breaths to recover herself. They had been at it for a long time now, and the pleasure had been outstanding. She considered SD she lay under him. "One form is usually as good as another for me. If my partner enjoys it, that's what makes it worth while. Though there are times I need to be myself. What would you say to either of these?" She freed herself from under him and walked, seductively to the side of the bed. What she was about to do was very dangerous, do to how Zorn could react, but she was feeling wild so gave it a go. She changed into a human, beautiful, her hair long and blonde, her eyes purple. Her form became thay of the Daimond Sorceress. It was hard to mimic someone specifically, usually she had her own forms for each race, but with great concentration she could take on someone's form for periods. In the form of the Daimond Sorceress, she suddenly role played being scared. A feigned look of worry on her face, then a playful smile, she spoke with Alexandrine's voice though it took a lot of energy to maintain, "Have you ever wanted me?" She bent over the bed, legs spread. This could either go really well, or it was a horrible mistake, she would soon find out.

"I'll take care of her later, in my own way." Exzel's grip on the High Priestest tightened. She ramped up her speed, her hardness bulging against her walls. Her thrusts became harder and harder, she pounded her length deep into the spirit. She began to draw latent healing power from the Priestess as she fully penetrated her defenses, and refocus them on the spell. "Steady... steady... Now! Uuurgh!" Exzel came just as she commanded everyone else too. She exploded inside the Priestess, filling her with warmth every thrust now. Exzel's cock throbbing in her. She unleashed the spell mid orgasm, causing her power to surge, and alloqing her to draw the energy feom the Prieatess as well when she came. Zef, came powerfully, spraying his warm sticky cum in gobs all over Elie's chest and body. He shot more with each movement of Elie's hand down his length. His roar was fierce as he finished. The spell caused all the cum to glow, stay warm, as it's like making potential changed to life restoring energy, invading Elie's body and restoring her fully.

"Take it as you will, beast, for it was not an insult, so much as calling something what it is, plainly. I expect it would be no more insulting to you than calling a rock, a rock. We would talk further, but that I think the wagging of tongues will not sway your cold heart or change your vile ways." Akemi was willing to talk, but thought it would only waste time. The creature didn't care. She ran her fingers along the blood grove of her sword, where etched into the blade were the words, "No matter the odds." Energy flashed along the blade as she took a practiced stance. "Away with you mongrel! Go home!" She scolded her as she would a stray mut. Shield held at the ready.

"Play?" Akemi spat the word, "Is that what you call the senseless destruction? Murdering those who stood no chance against you for some kind of sport?" Her emotion was pouring forth into her words, "If that be the case, then monster I name you. In heart, if not body." She found herself getting her footing. A grim resolution taking hold of her spirit, despite her petite stature. Completely imperceptible to all, save Hellhound. If she was paying attention, at the very periphery of her vision, a ghostly image appeared. In appearance not unlike the girl who stood before her, yet about 10 years older. Accompanied by a odd feeling of being watched. Dark eyes looking at the Hellhound. Any attempt to look in the direction of the apparition, it would dissipate faster than eye could precieve, and would seem as if it was never there. A trick of the mind or eye. Yet the presence lingers on, the kind that would make mortal skin crawl and hair stand on end. Yet Akemi showed no sign of precieving the vision, just aways beyond sight, or the presence. Akemi stood resolutely, halo shining bright, regarding Hellhound's dog like features, "Are you the kind that seek out mere chew toys? Chewing them up then moving on without thought or honor? Monster, I say again."