Cassandra Bordain's Story

Faust wandered through the area, seeing the two people via their aura information, which basically let him know where they were based on the position of where he felt the sudden feeling of knowledge. He liked the feel of this power that the old man had given him. It suited him much more than anything Mephistopheles had ever had to offer, and he liked the "psy-push" that he had received from the old man as well, who wanted to "spice things up" for Faust, making him shudder at how many others may have received this gift of a small boost, weak as it was. He knew that strength more often than not came from thought, not muscle.
"Look, I already know you're there, do you mind just doing us both a favor and attacking me?" he said to the one with a more bloodthirsty feel, letting the other have time to escape. No use letting a weak one like her have to fight, he thought as he heard the ruffling of her wings signal her departure from the area. He swung Samael, his giant cleaver made with the bones of one of his deal-makers, a few times, and took a prepared stance.

Renegade walked into the area that he smelled the blood...he kept stalking and stalking. Perfect position, he thought. He brought up his katana and slit the throat of the pig he was following. This will make great dinner tonight, he thought as he gathered up the corpse. He had to thank the old man for this power he recieved. It would definately come in handy. However, he did have a couple of questions that he needed to find the answer to: Who was this man and why is he doing this? Turning back into the forest, another precense entered his super sharp senses. A moment later, a voice was heard.

"Look, I already know you're there, do you mind just doing us both a favor and attacking me?"

He instantly located and tracked down the being that said that. He took off his socks and shoes and used his feet to see what this person was doing before he went up to him and just attacked. 100 meters away, he sensed ruffling wings in the air and a distinct smell, the smell of bone marrow. Using shock waves through the ground, he found out that it was a bone cleaver.

He sensed another precense as well, this one was the cause of the ruffling wings. Female, weaker, he thought, but who to go after first? The one with the bone cleaver was expecting him, but it seemed like that person's weapon could easily be smashed through, especially if it was bone going against his own katana. However, the other one was weaker and fleeing...an easier target. Or was it? There might be deceit in that one, he thought. She could turn on me in an instant. He decided to go after the one with the bone cleaver. Not an easier target, but a safer one, he thought, and better safe than sorry. He emerged in the clearing and there stood the man in a ready stance, bone cleaver poised.

"Nice cleaver you got there," he said,"It's a shame it's going to be smashed." With that, he drew his katana and held his own ready stance,"Ready when you are, bucko."