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More people were beginning to appear within the Arena, and it was starting to look a little strange. But that took an immediate backseat to what currently occupied Rasteva's attention.

One of the newcomers, in what was obviously a kindhearted gesture on their part, had decided to free Rasteva's Polearm from the ice it had been encased in.

A Polearm that was now several sizes bigger than the Daemon due to a particular God's meddling.

The weapon was freed with a great degree of fanfare, ice shard glittering in the sun as the Stranger shot it to pieces. And the Daemon WOULD have been glad to see their weapon again.

Had it not been toppling towards them at breakneck speed.

The Daemon made a low grating sound, the noise akin to metal plated grating against each other. Their sole burning eye watched balefully as the Polearm descended heavily toward the ground, prepared to flatten anything unfortunate enough to be caught standing beneath it.

Rasteva took several steps to the left.

The weapons shaft hit the ground loudly, dirt being flung wildly into the air upon impact. Rasteva let out another grating sound, this time in irritation as they were promptly covered from horned head to plated foot in dirt.

"Unbelievable."

The Daemon turned around slowly, oddly pleased to see that the Polearm's blade hadn't cleaved anyone in two. it'd have been rather embarrassing otherwise. A weapon that could kill effectively WITHOUT its master.....

Brushing dirt from themselves, the armored figure turned to address the stranger nearby. "Rasteva appreciates what you were trying to do, but given my current....Predicament, This One is unable to use their weapon as they are." Rasteva, glared at the large weapon sitting uselessly on the ground. "Perhaps when This One is big again, they shall return for it. At the very least you have saved Rasteva time spent freeing it themselves. Thank you."

The Daemon turned towards the small group gathered nearby, and strode towards them. Rasteva felt odd, their current body far too light then what they were used to. They were still unsure of how weak they were in their present state, but the Daemon recalled Rend's statement about putting them all on equal footing. "This One should be no worse off then the rest then. Weaker to be sure, but not wholly incapable....." All the same, the Daemon thought it best to remain with the group called here, they would do no better than the rest of them and it made little sense to go wandering off alone.