This was just a vicious shit show. He hated his teeth more. Most of his skin had blackened from the holy energy burning him. "And as much as I hope it stays that way, I'm not really holding my breath." He still wouldn't hurt Ryan. But Milo? All gloves were off. "Well you're out of luck. I'm not telling you shit. And I was minding my own damn business." He jabbed Milo in the chest, but all the rest was cut off. Blood spurted out of his mouth as Milo plunged the sword down his throat. Dimitreaus fell onto his knees, unable to drown out a Milo's righteous fury. And it was. Sam had stood when he smelled blood. Tears were streaming down his face freely. Milo was doing this for him. "Milo," he whispered, choking on a sob.<br/><br/>Dimitreaus stumbled when Milo wrenched the sword out of his body. He could feel unconsciousness creeping in on him, but he'd be dammed thrice if Milo went away unscathed. He summoned his own sword and drove it forward, just as Milo sank the blade into his stomach. However, Milo's sword was knocked out of his hand and Dimitri's ended up embedded in Samuel's shoulder as he shoved Milo away. Sam wouldn't let anyone hurt those he cared for. Grimacing, Sam sat down hard, his hand burning as he pulled the sword out and threw it aside. "Milo... Don't kill him. He's not worth it " Sam gripped his shoulder, breathing hard. Though Dimitri was definitely worse for wear. The sword was still in his gut. Needless to say everything was hurting. He wondered if he actually would get out of this without dying over and over again.