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Tytos watched the royal's wings unfurl. He saw the dark waves of energy she released with her sudden transformation. This was bad. This was very bad.
Oh no...
The guard-woman is smart, though, he could tell, as she warned the others of the coming attack. Maybe I won't have to interfere.
His relief in the fact that he wasn't the only one that knew what the Princess's foolish actions meant was his only comfort.
How could she not understand simple sarcasm? Tytos wondered through the worry. It seems like a foolish reason to put others in danger.
That thought brought bile to his throat memories of his own shame to his mind... Memories that he would just as soon forget. With effort, he forced his thoughts back to the coming fight.

He watched the gargoyle's cold, gray and stony bodies crackle with demonic energy. He saw their wings unfurl as if they were made of living flesh. Everything seemed to slow down to an impossible level. The guard-woman's hair tossed about her face as she whirled to meet the coming threat, her hands already gripping her venom-launcher. The Princess had not been given time to calm down quite yet, he could see, her snarling nose framed by the red glow coming from her eyes. The clergy-child, surprisingly to Tytos, had not ran for his own safety yet. Tytos couldn't see yellow-hair very well out of his pereferals though. They must either fight or get out of the way. It wouldn't be best for me to interfere quite yet, Tytos thought between milliseconds. Three gargoyles in total were leaping at the group, two of them turning their snarling fangs in the direction of the royal, one had his sights on the guard-woman.
Thank goodness they aren't going for the humans, he thought, Demons can take care of themselves, but these mortals... I'm not too sure yet. Just in case, Tytos readied himself to leap to the human's aid.
Time returned to it's normal schedule, and, with a flurry of movement, the guard-woman loosed three bolts of her venom into the gargoyle, slowing it's movements to a crawl. As it came to rest in front of her, she gave it a swift kick in the diaphragm, ensuring that it won't be getting up anytime soon. With a huff and a quick examination of her handiwork, she turned her violet eyes to her companions, "Ya'll gonna help me or not?"
Maybe she isn't as bright as I thought. Stopping to gloat in the middle of a fight when there are two other foes...
He would have to mention this when they ever crossed paths... If she didn't die first.
Tytos, watching from his home of towers and terraces, sincerely hoped she didn't.