Garll's Story

Ayden did not know what to do. One minute she had bumped into someone and was peacefully observing from behind a tree, the next, the boy was with her being... well, friendly. She looked at him blankly before nodding quietly, she did not know who he was but he seemed honest enough... right? Or maybe he was just pretending to be nice to gain some trust? Either way, she appreciated the thought any-

wait a minute.

She blinked at the empty space beside her. She could have sworn that he was standing there a minute ago...

"So what are we going to do about this thing then?"

She looked and looked again, then squeaked upon seeing where he had gone. He had walked right over to the 3 strangers! what on earth was he thinking!

Without thinking, she rushed over, intent on grabbing him and pulling him back. They could not trust these strangers! She barely knew they boy, but she would feel guilty if she let him go waltzing into a trap. She barely even heard the foreign voice in her mind telling her they "may come over" and whether or not they were too, "blank". Her mind was too panicked to process anything...

But, unfortunately for her, it was too late. By the time she reached him, the accusations had already begun.

"Why the hell are you acting so casual? Are you the one that did this? Answer me!" The tanned one... the one with the dark aura was firing at the dark haired boy.

Ayden almost squeaked in surprise, ducking behind his (Verst's) toned shoulders at an attempt to get out of view. She did not like it when people raised their voice. It kind of scared her a little. Her thoughts were distracted, however, as she felt someone's gaze, watching from afar. Automatically, her body tensed more, feeling another dark Aura nearby. Although her mind switched off to any openings when she was indeed this panicked, her senses were at least heightened.

Glancing up, she froze, spotting a figure on the roof.

Everything about him seemed angry and unreal... the way his wings spread all large and ruling, his tail flicking out defensively behind him. Even his claws were impressive... large, sharp things, probably capable of ripping you to shreds in around half a second.

Her eyes wondered back to his face, lilac stare wondering what exactly he was doing there.

Her eyes fell on his face.

This man turned and yelled at him. "Well im calm because there is not need to be upset at anything." He then felt something tug at his shoulder. He looked back to see that the girl was tugging on his should to hide behind it. "Everything's okay they are not going to hurt you." He turned and looked at everyone. "I am going to assume that you are all in this location because you felt the same thing I did?" He had his hands in the air making seeming random motions. Verst looked back at the girl. "Oh yea, by the way my name is Verst, its nice to meet you all." he said with a straight face. He was concerned for the well being of the girl but the others in front of him where more pressing. A word rang out in his head as he looked at every single person. Demon, angel. He reached back on the opposite shoulder and ran his hand down the shoulder blade. Something still felt like it was missing. "As for you all im not sure but I can't remember a single thing." He smiled. "This day is going to be a lot more pronounce than i'd like it to be."

Darc found Palmira's outburst to be slightly entertaining. He had a mild theory on what could've been causing all of this, so his jest was to be followed by said theory before he noticed the others bursting onto the scene. Darc disliked the answer he was given by the newcomer that had apparently become the shield for the female angel hiding behind him. It more or less seemed like a blur to Darc. The angelic boy introducing himself as "Verst" and claimed to feel just like they did or something. Not only that, but then a supposed demon, who was the source of a scent he had been smelling faintly had introduced himself as Garll. An annoyed looked appeared upon his face as Palmira introduced herself. Not because he hated her or anything, but just because he was getting tired of all the and introductions that were apparently set on repeat.

Dante looked at each and everyone of them for a second before moving on to the next. He looked at their eyes, and took in their facial features before sighing and, raising his clawed hand to his scalp and clenching somewhat tightly onto it, began to speak a bit louder and a bit more pissed off. "Okay, I swear if someone else pops out of here and acts casual, I'm going to leave," he stated. "Now everyone just shut up for a minute and listen, because we are all confused, and we are all unsure of why we can't remember shit!" he took a deep breath in, and removed his hand from his head and set it towards Palmira's general direction. "Now, unless any of you are deaf, Palmira is a thrall of a demon prince. She also can't apparently take a joke, but that's besides the point," he coughed.

"Anyways, I digress. Now, demon princes... As we should all mildy be aware of, tend to have abilities that most others cannot comprehend, nor hope to ever achieve. So, judging by our lack of memory, the fact we're all guided here and just because Palmira mentioned it, we might be receiving some sort of punishement from either Mammon or one of the other ones," an unlikely one, but Darc could see them thrusting these beings to Earth and preventing them escape nor their memory of what they did. He didn't see himself pissing off one of them, but.... it's a theory.

"In any case, it's better to assume that we didn't just all wake up without memory and all happen to somehow 'feel' our way to each other," he stated. His claw clentched as his theory ran over in his head. Under no other circumstances would he believe such a thing, but he had nothing else to go on. And what was this ringing in his ear? He couldn't tell. "You're all welcome to throw suggestions out as well, but I find that one most supported. Then again, I'm not sure exactly the extent of the powers that each of those demons hold, so sue me if I get it wrong,"

Darc had his eyes shut so that he could take in all of Palmira's information. He juggled it around in his mind, ignoring he less... informative comment on his humor and instead focusing his brainpower on removing any unlikely conclusions from his head. When she spoke about Lucifer, his eyes opened. That had to be it! That bastard had done something to them!...But why? That was probably why they couldn't remember anything, so they didn't know what they did. But that wasn't really probable, due to angels also being affected by it, now that he thouht about it better. Was he able to manipulate the minds of angels as well? He sighed, just now noticing Garll's hostile stance and hearing the growl.

Darc gave him an uninterested look. He wasn't intimidated by the pretty boy, nor would he even be intimidate by anyone! That was for weaklings! He was a bit jealous of this dragon though. He knew by scent, of course. Dragons... they were some of the more luckier of species. The ability to diguise yourself in a human's skin? They were greatly envied by the other demons that could not accomplish such a feat...and by Darc. Darc, with his half-human, half-dragon look about him was horrible. In both worlds he was shunned. He disliked this man already and didn't feel like giving him any of his breaths. Though, he did grunted in dissatisfaction of the apology the man gave afterwards. What kind of demon lets himself apologize? Was he weak? There's something Darc couldn't ever imagine himself doing in a million years! How oblivious he was to the fact that before all of this, he was doing it regularly.... But that knowledge was not with him, so he couldn't scoff at that idea just yet.

"Like I sad... it's only a theory and it's better than nothing," he sighed. "The question now is: What the hell do we do?" that was probably the most important question of all. They were here, now what? Would they need to slay each other? No, that wasn't it. Why were they even put on Earth? Guess that'd be answered in due time somehow. Maybe. Hopefully. He was thinking that way and watching everyone closely when he noticed.....

Why was there an even number of angels and demons? Why was there an even number of each gender? Was this some sort of ritual? His mind struck something he did NOT like.... and it mad his tanned face just slightly redder on the cheeks. He wasn't going to announce his newfound theory, he was going to mention it at all!

What the hell?! That's... sick! Who put us up to this! I will not stand for it!.... I'd rather die! I will not be a part of your breeding selections!

He protested rather furiously as if he was speaking to someone in his head. He wouldn't let them do this... then suddenly, he realized he was probably overreacting to this thought. It definetly served no purpose to force people of different species to mate. Did it? He found himself unsure as to what to do next, and he tried to stop thinking about that unholy and unwanted thought. Not that the first part was something he didn't like......

"C-can I make a suggestion?"

Ayden squeaked, peering out from over the boy's shoulder. Although she did not trust these guys, you'd have to be an idiot not to see the potential harm that could happen if a fight were to break out.

She tried to ignore the degrading look that the demon princess had shot her, smiling a little at the dark haired boy who had tried to inform her that they would not harm her...

It's not that she didn't believe him, per se, it was just that she could feel which way this was headed, the heated emotions so intense it was almost burning. She tried to ignore it, focusing on extinguishing those flames, as to calm the situation down, if even for a little...

At least her power had some use... although she hated it most of the time.

She felt their anger subsiding, settling into a mellow space.

"S-since it was inevitable that we were brought together... perhaps we will find out why we are here in much the same way?"

She tried not to settle them too intensely, she knew the way in which anger often subsided, so it would seem as if it happened naturally.

Verst heard that name and the smile on his face was wiped away. Lucifer the first angel to fall from grace. He didn't want to think about it because for some odd reason he was getting mad just thinking about it. He smirked. "I agree with this girl." he said "We do need to find out why we are here." He let out a frustrated sigh because it seems like this one demon was trying to explain this in some way. It did make sense. "Your theory is good and it makes sense. As to why we are here. We must have been chosen for something. Maybe we all have or had something in common that we did to cause us to be here in this situation." He explained "Id like to assume that we all have our own powers. Since a few of us look human we might have to do all the running around."

He did a quick turn around and looked in every direction. "First thing I think we should do is find a place that we can all stay safely." He smiled as he grabbed the hand of the girl behind him to reassure her. "This isn't really the safest place to be talking out loud." He let go of the girls hand and looked at everyone. "Any other suggestions?" Verst asked as he put his hands in his pockets.

Ayden blinked, trying to process what was going on.

3 things were running through her mind.

1. Her hand was being grabbed.

2. Her hand was being grabbed.

And 3... her hand was being grabbed. She stopped, feeling her pulse race under her skin. She was not used to guys. Okay, when she was little, she used to hang with them a lot, kick a ball around and pretty much just act like a munter, but holy hell, she was NOT used to them being that close. Let along grab her hand...

She paused, nibbling her lip and looking away briefly.

She wanted to kill herself for being so pathetic. He was just being kind for pete's sake, it wasn't even a big deal. Glancing up from under thick lashes, she tried to tune in to what he was saying, pushing it from her mind. Kind of hard when you've been avoided your whole life... and the first male contact is well... grabbing your hand.

"First thing I think we should do is find a place that we can all stay safely. This isn't really the safest place to be talking out loud." She let out a small breath when he let go, but she had to agree. She did not want to be sticking around here.

She opened her mouth to suggest somewhere~ she vaguely remembers seeing a bar which advertised bedding just off the alleyway she was thrown upon~ when a strong emotion tingled her chest. Looking up at the boy, she paused, spotting his gaze linger on her. He was confused, of course, she had just messed with his emotions without him having a say, but there was something else... something different mixed within the usual reaction. She nibbled her lip, tuning in the emotions she usually tried her best to lock out. She did not like being able to sense how others were feeling... it made her feel like a nosy perv.

A wave of emotions hit her, almost knocking her off her feet. She had to hold her head a little, to stop the undeniable dizziness. Clearly, she had tuned out for far too long...

Calmness, confusion amongst others hit her, the common reaction to her ability. But there was another, buried in the deep. Was that happiness? It filled her chest, was he happy that he was calmed down?

That was... quite peculiar.

She wondered what it could possibly mean.

Shirin became quiet as others joined, but soon she turned walking away. She looked around the area they were in, keeping one ear on the conversation the other tuning in trying to find out the high pitched noise was. She blinked and returned to the group her mind tapping into all of them. "I don't mean to interrupt... But... We are being observed by Hunters..." She let her eyes look over each demon and angel individually before speaking again.

"Can't you hear the high pitched whistle??? Only flying hunters do that... Luckily they do not know I just told you...Telepathy has its ups..." Her eyes sharply looked up. "It would indeed be wise to find shelter... And soon I have the bad feeling the hunters are hunting us... Weather this be Lucifer's doing of the Lords... I would rather not die to find out." She became silent one more her tail flicking back and forth impatiently and nervously. She wanted to get out of here and soon.

Shirin's ears tuned in once again to the high pitched whistle coming from the trees. She knew that if she heard the slightest "pop" noise it would be wise to run. Flying Hunters most commonly carried a sort of demonic bazooka. They had several different bullet types. Some designed to paralyze others to burn, shock, explode. If those hunters were here for them it was probably an elimination mission.

Darc finally gave a glare to the angel that had failed to even introduce herself as she spoke. Staying together?! Ha! Why would he dare stay near them for too much longer? He really didn't get much information from these people, except that they all had woken up in the same condition he himself had. He'd scoff at her, if he didn't instantly start feeling... calmer. Was he tired? It didn't make much sense to him, really. His expression might've reminded someone of a beast trying to fend off sleep, except that it was him going from his permantent angered facial expression, to a much more relaxed and neutral one. Eventually, he gave in and the hostile aura around him had all but disappeared.

Now, he actually looked approachable. Well, as approachable as a half-dragon wearing a robe could be. It was around this time that the angel that gave Darc a strange feeling each time he caught and locked glances with decided to mentally speak to him and probably the group. She explained the source of the whistling that had actually been annoying him for quite some time now. He forced himself not to look up in the sky to see if he could catch a glimpse of these things, lest they be found out and sent on attack mode or something.

Now he calmly (and oddly, nicely,) addressed the group, making sure not to give any signs that he suspected their floating eavesdroppers. He had run possible places to take shelter from humans or anything else really through his mind, and decided on a decent one. His words were.... kind? The calming effect might've cracked that shell he worked so hard to make just a little bit. "I noticed a house when I awoke. It didn't appear occupied and I believe we can use it for the time being," he spoke. "The path I walked to get where we are now was not riddled with humans, and I believe this to be the best course of action if we want to commandeer a building and convert it to a safehouse while we are here. Anything else seems unlikely to be suitable, as some of us don't really blend in," he was of course referring to himself and Shirin, who both would be easily spottable, and really had no way of preventing this from close range encounters.

"Does anyone disagree or have a better solution?"

Wow... there were some nasty people in the group.

One of them, the demon girl with orange hair and an expression that killed, was looking at her like a piece of dirt, that she wanted nothing more than to wash off. She knew she wasn't the bravest of characters, but to treat her like she was useless? What's up with that? The other was a tall, tanned boy, standing beside the tailed one. He, too was not looking at her nicely, eyes narrowing into a glare. Ayden looked between them trying to decide which was worse. Being hated by a total stranger, or looked at like a piece of dirt. Did she smell or something? God, she hoped not.

Shrinking a little in her shoes, she lowered her gaze as she tried to work them out. As far as she knew, Angel's smelt amazing... but maybe that's just a myth. Maybe she should sniff herself to double-

"Does anyone disagree or have a better solution?"

Oh. Awks. Had someone been talking? hahaha... oops.

She looked up, locating the noise. Tanned boy was looking expectant. Sometimes she hated her brain.

She racked her mind for answers, trying to work out what it was that she'd missed. The high pitched noise was getting louder, and she could only guess what that meant.

"C-can we please get out of here?"

She mumbled, lowering her voice to a whisper. If that noise was any give away, they were soon to be in serious trouble. Her mind finally clicked in locating what the boy had said, and she considered the boy's option, a safe house would be really quite useful, "they sound like they're getting closer."

And they were... she could feel their hideous hearts from where she was standing right now.

Shirin's tail swished back and forth as she looked at the angel behind Verst. Was she shy??? Or mayhaps the others were frightening her. Shirin frowned. Was she the one frightening her??? She blinked down at her tail, perhaps the angel thought she was a demon... She blinked back to reality and looked around.

Everyone was feeling's such mixed emotions it was making Shirin feel anxious not to mention sick. She held her head to help keep her focused. Being telepathic was one thing she was good at but feeling emotions was another entirely. Sense everyone gave off something different crowds made her feel sick. To many emotions at once it was almost like an assault on her brain. She rubbed her temples wishing she could block out what others were feeling for 5 seconds, but she digressed that was impossible for her. She blinked up. "We should get moving... The hunters are beginning to get impatient..."

Her eyes met with Ayden's as her mind locked on her so she would speak to her only. "No need to be so frightened of the demons...They may seem rough and rude but underneath that they are feeling the same, fear, confusion, and loss you are... Besides... I don't think Verst would let them touch you."

She gave a smile before turning back to the group her mind connecting with all of there's again. "I believe we might be in the united states... But who knows." Shirin knew Earth quite well being a messenger had brought her everywhere around the world but without a map nothing could be certain.

Shirin had followed the group in silence lagging behind to keep a close watch on everything so she was the last to enter the house. She set herself on the floor and closed her eyes thinking and letting her mind relax. "Talking telepathically with one person was one thing talking with many at one time drained her a little. She felt light headed and odd and let her head slump against the wall. But even though she wanted to rest she still heard the high pitched whistle of flying hunter.

"The hunters are still outside... there allot more anxious now...I suggest if any of us are to leave its a back way. They will be watching the house like a hawk..." She rubbed her temple's as the ringing got louder and hit her head softly against the wall. She opened her eyes and looked over at Darc. Despite herself she found him kinda... Handsome??? Maybe so... She felt her cheeks redden and she shook off the thoughts. Now was not the time to be staring at a demon whom she barely knew. But even still her eyes would steal a glance at him every few second. Scared that he might... Disappear??? It was almost as if she had known him but then he was gone. No it was crazy talk... Wasn't it???

Her mind went back into focus as she tried to listen to everyone else. But it was difficult. Everyone feeling and doing and talking was too much all at once but she knew she had to stay sharp and listen so she could be helpful. Her tail swished back and forth tensely showing she wasn't all together aware because of other things on her mind. Finally she simply sighed inwardly and concentrated on listening to the hunters and stealing glances at Darc, though she was not sure why.

An angel's words mixed in with his thoughts, causing the half-demon to offer a raised eyebrow to her worry. Immediately after, he re-realized she could feel emotions, and he was definetly feeling something. He was about to whisper a reply, not caring what the others thought of them whispering until she got the nail on the head.

"It's... nothing," he denied in a lower voice so that the other inhabitants of the household wouldn't hear them. Conveniently, Shirin had sat on the floor right next to Darc. He didn't really worry about them picking up on their conversation anyways; Palmira was sitting down with her hands in her lap and appeared to be conversating with Garll, and the others seemed to be occupied with what the group should do.

Darc being involved with gathering supplies that required contact with humans wasn't the smartest idea, and he should be a last resort. Sure, the robe helped greatly, but there was a high chance of getting discovered when he conversated with them. So, he found it of no interest, save for the part about humans drawing nearer. Darc didn't worry.... unless it was a pretty good sized group, he alone wouldn't have much of a problem, let alone with this group.

He sat forward in his seat, the chair moaning with the ground a bit as he did so, proving this house had to be of a decent age. He kept his gaze on Shirin and spoke in his whisper. "Have you?"

Shirin nodded. "A few but there not really memories...More like...It's hard to explain more like the thought I've seen that person before..." She blinked shocked at Garll's aggression toward them. She narrowed her eyes at Garll and stood standing in front of him. She blinked before striking him across the face as hard as she could knocking him back a little. "Snap out of it dragon...We already got hunters to worry about without you going half way mental too..." She never hurt anyone but Shirin knew sometimes a slap to the face was the only thing that could help. She also made sure her words rang through everyone's head almost like a calming bell. An effect she used in order to help people calm down. "Now sit down... And be a good boy..." Her eyes were focused on him alone.

She was about to back up when she heard an odd noise. It sounded very much like a "pop" noise. And the high pitched whistle had gotten closer. Shirin's eyes went wide. "PALMIRA GET DOWN!!!" She tackled Palmira to the floor and the door literally exploded the force managed to knock Shirin and Palmira both back. Shirin felt herself hit the wall and hard she opened her eyes and looked out the whole that had once been the door to see the Hunters swarming like angry bees. Had they sensed Garl's rage and gone crazy? Or were they just tired of listening to everyone talk?

Verst was not really paying attention until things started to go down. First the door exploded and things started to fly. He response was he needed to get out. He grabbed the girl that was always next to or behind him. "We have to get out." He started to look for a way out. He tried to think as best as he could. 'Why are they after us?' he thought as he moved around the apartment. 'I can't even think what to do. Do I stay and fight or do I just run.' he moved into the next room to get some time to think.

As Darc was listening to Shirin, Palmira's rather loud voice snapped his focus from the conversation. Her reaction wasn't unexpected. After all, she just asked Garll if he was alright and he basically exploded. Not even Darc was that big of a dick when people showed a bit of worry for him or something. He might appear like he doesn't care, but he wouldn't snap at someone like so, and it even pissed hiim off that someone just did. Especially because right after, the man turned on Darc himself as well as Shirin.

"I make whatever eyes I wish at whomever I wish!" Darc snapped back as he clenched his fists. He didn't do shit to this dude and now he was not only being an ass to someone trying to be nice (though he knew it might be a bit hard for Palmira), he was trying to start shit with people not even talking to him. To make things worse, he starts talking about people not helping in any way. Darc wasn't known for his memory lately, but if there is one thing for certain, nobody but him had done something too important just yet. And that was justified by the fact that there hadn't been enough time passing by for anyone to do something of importance besides start making plans, which Palmira and another thought up.

Of course, before Darc could further express his anger towards the douchebag full dragon, Shirin took a swing at his face and began telling him off, nearly evoking a laugh at the whole situation just because she told him to sit down as one would a dog. So, Darc stood up and made sure not to forget his sword, as he was half-expecting this man to try to start a fight. He strode up to him and yet again was interrupted before he could accomplish anything by Palmira, who offered her life up because she was honestly convinced that going back would be worse than death. He sighed at the fact that it wasn't something he doubted, and was now kinda regretting the joke earlier as he noticed she was really thinking about it.

Darc was now genuinely pissed by yet another interruption in the form of an explosion at the door. Wood from the door scattered everywhere, hitting some of the group, including Darc, who received a bigger piece of the door to the face, making him stumble back a bit. He growled in pain and readied his sword as the man he originally intended to possibly use it on was tearing into the enemies with his teeth.

Darc looked down at Shirin and offered her a hand to pull her up quickly after sheathing his sword as he only really had one hand he could do such with. He figured since the hunters were no doubt distracted at the moment by Garll, he wouldn't immediately get attacked. "Come on, get up!" he demanded, though the tone he used didn't have as much venom as it should have. He glaced back at the battle and just in time too; a hunter found its way past Garll and was charging Darc himself. Darc retracted his hand and stepped to the side while keeping his dragon hand extended, catching the creature by the face and slamming it to the ground, where he impaled it with his blade shortly after. These things were not as proficient in close range combat as they were long range, which was good.

Finally, turning back to Shirin again, he offered his human hand. "Alright... now get up,"

Shirin felt splinters in her wings she dragged herself up with a hiss of pain and flapped her wings shaking off most of the wood. There were hunters everywhere swarming Garll and Palmira. One hunter dove at her and Shirin swung around using her tail to send the hunter flying into the wall. Her mind locked on Darc. "There are way more then I thought and I don't think there planning on letting us walk out of here." Another one dove at her and she dodged it folding her wings behind her back do as to be more agile.

More hunters flooded into the house through the now broken windows. She picked up a large piece of wood and began in a sense playing "baseball" with the hunters. It was easy sense the smaller hunters were not the smartest and would gladly dive toward her over and over again. "Where the hell are they coming from???" Shirin felt angry that she had been too distracted to realize how many there actually were.

Verst saw this hunter a very large and very well ugly guy come after them. 'Well better now than never.' he thought. Verst focused for a but and then his wings started to materialize from what seemed like nothing. His feathers were black at the night sky so other angels kinda looked at him funny so he kept them mostly hidden. He had learned to use his wings for fighting but he wanted a weapon that would help the most right now. Verst looked at Ayden "Use your power then." he said not in a hurried tone but more of a don't worry about it tone. He was ready to act. When the man charged them he used his wing to distract as he went low and tripped him. A blade spun out of his hand as he grabbed the blade. "Lets move everyone, we need to leave!"

After he had assisted Shirin to her feet, Darc had started engaging any hunters he found himself close enough to attack. His sword in hand, rage in his eyes, he started towards a hunter near the back of the room he was in. This hunter looked more or less like a red-skinned human with short horns, defined muscles, razor-sharp teeth and an angered look that ruined his already ugly face. Darc found it amusing this one gripped in his hands a sword, and in a way that suggested that he wasn't too experienced. He showed no fear, but then again, in the absence of fear, stupidity takes place...

Niether the demon nor the half-demon ran or moved quickly to start the fight. Darc simply held his sword in his dragon hand and kept it at a readied position, while the hunter took a rather weak and stereotypical grip in both hands as he approached in a walk. When the distance between them was short enough to where strikes could be accomplished, they swung.

Metal clashed and Darc found himself smirking at the attempt on his life by this failure. Unfortunately for the demon... Darc had all the advantages he needed to win this fight, the obvious one being the fact he can just simply burn through this thing's lousy sword using his ability to manipulate fire. On his command, Darc's blade began glowing red hot, as if it was being forged at the moment, however, due to the Nethersteel that Darc's blade was forged from, his blade didn't melt, unlike his opponent's. The demon only had enough time to start his scream before the fire-infused blade ended his life.

He needn't worry about cleaning off the blade as the blood had been rid of, courtesy of the heat the blade was currently producing. Were he not in a serious situation, maybe Darc would've showed off before killing the hunter, but he didn't have that luxury. Instead, he found himself fly through a wall and skidding across the dirt floor of the backyard when Garll had hit him as he was shot back by the explosion from a bazooka.

Darc growled and groaned as he pushed himself up and got to his feet, slightly stumbling as he looked around for his sword. Strangely, it was impaled in a hunter outside, which almost evoked a laugh from Darc as he pulled it out of the lifeless body. He turned around to start towards the house when he noticed that Garll was who had hit him and that a Hunter was attempting an attack from behind. It wasn't like Darc really liked Garll, but he disliked the hunters' more and thus promptly impaled the bastard through the chest after it attempted to grip Garll's tale. A corpse laid on the floor, sharing a fate which the other two hunters that opposed Darc had met, and Darc simply gave a nod to Garll before continuing back to the house.

Shirin squeaked as a bazooka whizzed by hitting Garll. She blinked in shock, everything was just happening so fast. As more hunters swarmed in and headed toward Shirin she knew her piece of wood would not be enough to fight off. She backed herself up against a wall and swung at the taller Hunters heads and swing at the smaller Hunter's body's. She began getting into a good rhythm when she let out a shriek as pain coursed through her body her top left wing had been hit and searing pain coursed through her body. She cringed but refused letting out a wail she knew the sound of her voice like a harpy screech would fill the air. She did not want her new... acquaintances to get scared off she had that enough at home.

As more hunters filled the house she found herself swinging wildly but to no avail they were everywhere like a swarm of ants on an apple the pain running through her body did not help her defend herself. She was backed into the corner and knew that if she were to escape or even get room to breathe she would have to resort to her last tactic. She opened her mouth and let out a scream but because she had no actual voice it came out like a high pitched harpy's screech and filled the air. The hunters in and around the house immediately dropped there weapons or dropped from the sky and covered there ears. Shirin used it to her advantage and swung hitting away the Hunters, and bolting out through the hole in the wall closing her mouth as her mind connected to her comrades. "I-I'm so sorry... I know that was terrible please forgive me but it was the only thing I could think of." She sighed hopping this would not effect the way they looked at her but immediately went back to work attacking the hunters.