It was a single fluid motion that he'd practiced several hundred times over. The scabbard loosely slipped over his shoulder as the smooth wood under his hand embraced his hand the way it always did. The beautiful scenario playing out across the leather shined wonderfully in the lighting as his second hand gripped the handle and put all of his power into a good swing. The impact of the leather scabbard smacked very resoundingly off of the demon as Faelan took pleasure crumpling it at the chest. It wasn't too long before there where much bigger demons walking up on him.<br/><br/>"Alright you two, you know the rules, fight in the circle." The swarm of colors and body parts that shouldn't be body parts came after him and the demon laying on the floor. He held up his hands, he knew the rules of this game. It was just like the little agreement some of the more senior agents of the Foundations had. When there was a way to resolve issues, a group of well trained and aggressive hunters would beat the ever living shit out of each other just to prove a point. Except here, he not only didn't have to hold back, he was encouraged to destroy the thing in the 'circle' with him. It was a little odd, although he was defending Shula, he felt protective. Wanting to kill this demon was an awkward mixture of the two, but he had to admit it wasn't usual that he was actually standing up for someone, instead of up to someone.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before they'd been shoved into the circle together. The crowds above them roared, and a sense of joy almost came over him. It'd been so long since he'd actually been able to fight something and not have someone pissed at him for breaking a table. Adrenaline pulsed through him, and he realized last time he'd been stuck in a tiny room alone was when Shula and him had bonded. Although the tiny room, if it could be called that, leading to the fight before the actual circle wasn't nearly up to the standards of the Foundation, his excitement was palpable. Nothing like a little fight to boost his spirits. Besides, nothing would start putting across the point that the two of them weren't going to be fucked with like killing the first demon to make contact with them.<br/><br/>The nearly silent scrape of his metal sword coming out of it's sheath honed his senses into the fight, and he realized the demon across of him had a very basic club and a shield that seemed to be half of a door sawed into a very rudimentary shield. A couple of the guard demons tried to take Faelan's sword before the fight, but after a little struggle, the two of them realized he was going to keep his sword. He wasn't sure who he was asking, but he roared out across the circle, "We're here to kill right?" The question was serious, he hadn't planned on holding back after all this time. But from the cheers of the crowd, if anyone did actually answer, it was drowned out by the resounding calls for the demon's head on the floor.