Daemon Vallis
One-second he was walking away, ready to forget all the ridiculous incidents of the day and the next he was, for lack of better words, flying through the air. Ok, flying may have been an exaggeration but that's what it had felt like in the moment; arms went around him and his feet were off the ground.
His eyes widened at the sight of this woman moving him along. For some reason her touch felt familiar, it reminded him of what it felt like when Lance had held him when he was much younger. Daemon was only slightly taller than the woman, but it was obvious with her moving him that she was clearly the stronger of the two.
A feral roar brought his attention away from the strawberry-blonde woman. It was another one of those creatures from before, the one he had seen the black haired guy kill, though this one appeared bigger than the last. Daemon was surprised once more as the woman, instead of running away from the beast, actually charged it. Another battle ensued, the creatures crystalized, and the woman was left standing as the victor.
"Sorry about that." Daemon heard he say as she observed the people in the alleyway that he had left behind. His head was hurting him, strange thoughts and pictures flittered through his mind. The teen found himself seeing memories through the eyes of both men and women; it felt like him but it wasn't. Seeing the two battles, the latter one especially, made him feel a sense of deja vu as though he's seen and been through many of them himself.
One of his hands shot out and gripped Earth Reaper's arm, the other pressing against his forehead. It gave him some comfort of everything going on to know there was some 'Lance-like' near him. He wasn't really paying attention to what was happening with the others, his mind too scrambled to really comprehend much of anything new.