Drinking more of the rum, or whatever the hell it was, Faelan realized that he was feeling better than he had been in a while. Listening to the basic guidelines, he realized that this was just another run-of-the-mill merc group. Except this time, the other 'members' of this group were the things he trained to kill, not the people he trained to kill for. It almost felt rebellious. Everything in the room behind him would probably catch a healthy bounty from the foundation, and he imagined any foundation lackeys brought here were worth their weight in gold. Although he had done his fair share of hunting, he liked to think he wasn't too well know, rather, he wasn't a target. It might have been the runes on his arm, or his albinism, but he almost seemed to fit in with these hellish abominations. At least they thought so.<br/><br/>Lost in thought for a second, he realized the demon was threatening him when he started paying attention again. It might have been the alcohol, but he genuinely got a rush thinking about starting a fight in here. He'd die, no doubt. But the blood bath would be something to ogle at. In fact, his ego almost got ahead of him, as a snarky remark started making it's way up through his teeth, before the demon mentioned Shula. It clicked in his mind that the reason he wasn't feeling the pain anymore wasn't because the bond was failing, it's because she was getting closer. His snide remark instantly turned sour in his mouth, twisting his face with a scowl. His sword's presence on his back suddenly felt a lot heavier.<i>The fuck is she doing here? Doesn't she have that fucking doppelganger to take care of? </i>Slamming the rest of his drink down, he looked over at the demon and barked, "If that pile of scales is here, you might need a new bar."<br/><br/>Without waiting, he turned towards the door, heading towards the first part of the bar. He could only imagine the bullshit she'd have to say when they met again. Deep inside of him, he could feel a small bit of blood lust, it felt unplaced though.<i>Is it the fucking bond again? </i>The light ripples of magic glimmered through his arm as his temper flared a little. Pushing the bond out of hiding, he could tell she wasn't in a good mood either. The feeling that seeped through was a mixture of disgust and anger. Clenching as he marched towards the doors to the club, he could feel his knuckles pop, the pinch almost reassuring.<br/><br/>Walking into the club, it wasn't hard to find the heart of the commotion she'd already started making because all eyes were on her, and from the looks of it, a rather large demon was about to actually be on her. Not wasting any time, he pushed his fingers towards his arms, and felt the cool comforting pressure of the flesh of his arm slowly melding itself into a metal. Getting to the demon before it could do anything to Shula, he could hear the demon shouting about how it was going to get some action whether Shula wanted it or not. Gripping the creature's apparently broken arm, he yanked hard, starting his swing. The demon spun around screeching in pain, until it's rather bony jawline met with a sickening crunch against his metallic hand. Falling hard, it was apparent, even from here, that the demon's jaw was broken, and even Faelan would be surprised if it wasn't unconscious.<br/><br/>Without waiting for the demon to move, he saw his buddy looking concerned, just on the other side of Shula. "Move, or you are losing a jaw too." Faelan pointed his silver hand at the still standing demon, and was surprised when he actually backed off. "Now, time for you to move," he snarled at Shula, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Walking past Jack as his arm faded back into flesh, he said in a low voice, "I can work that off."