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River smiled kindly when she spoke of the rat in the distance and his need for a bath, she even had a sense of humour this crimson goddess of his. When she tried to leave a light frown found its way to his features against his will, his features molding into that of concern when she could not even walk from him, The Incubus bent down to inspect the wound and his heart thumped against his chest as he noticed the amount of blood. Perhaps he would not be able to participate in this combat after all, but he thought that perhaps, it would be worth it.

The Incubus retracted his wings and leant forward, his eyes unable to draw away from her marble white skin nor her stark beauty in comparison to her surroundings. He steeled his nerves and nodded once to himself, he noticed the markings but did not question them, did not question her. He felt do so was a sin, and so instead he partook of another sin. The Incubus reached out his hand once more and allowed it to grace her skin, to trace down her perfect face and rest beneath her chin, lightly tugging her face along with the caress to look towards him.

He moved in closer, a hot flush rising to his cheeks as he met her perfect scarlet lips,one hand resting against her cheek with a light touch, his other finding its way to float about her hip. For a few moments it seemed as if he had simply given into his urges, unable to disway his feelings for The Woman, no, Keres. However soon his passion became greater and his lips pressed enthusiastically against hers. The kiss had an electric, intense feeling to it and was accompanied by the soft glow of Rivers body, the feeling of it all was intoxicating and addictive, a wayward hand softly touching and flowing along her body expertly. He finally managed to break away from the kiss with a forced pull and glanced down wearily at her ankle with a small smirk before slinking away and resting against the nearest ice spine with heavy huffing and sweat slinking down and tracing his body. His white t-shirt stuck against his chiseled features.

"Sorry my dear Keres, I'm afraid that's all I can do" He purred wearily, despite his tiredness the pheromones would continue to intoxicate Keres with thoughts of him, tantalizing her with his tired vision.

Keres was left with no wounds and a surprising new physical energy that would buzz through her system, in comparison River sat nearby huffing and drained of any powers he had regained from The Husks. Around a dozen claw and stabbing wounds present beneath his perfect shirt that was slowly becoming slicker with pumping blood, A crippling gash opened upon his ankle and flowing blood to stain his black boots a darker shade of slight crimson.

He was out of the fight.