Shula laid on the floor for a couple of seconds, staring at the ceiling and letting her catch her breath until she sat up again, coughing and ready to go again. That is until the demon in the corner began clapping. She looked over at the mysterious man, looking just as incredulous as Faelan did at the moment. Their fight was stoppes at a screeching halt all because of how misplaced this other guy seemed to be.<br/><br/>"Bravo! Just stunning! You two can take<i>and </i>deal punches! I have too say, the moment I watched you two walk in I just knew something was going down and oh boy- DID IT!" He said, the demon red, catlike eyes seeming to be glowing in anticipation. He was quite the odd looking person; tall. Lanky. Pale. Though not quite as pale as Faelan was. His skin actually seemed to be more on the gray side, especially when compared with his jet black hair.<br/><br/>After stopping for even two seconds Shula finally realized how tired she was and how sore she was going to be the next morning. Her train of thought was cut short as the unnamed demon continued to speak.<br/><br/>"I need two brutes just like you. You're exactly what I've been looking for! So, what do you two think about taking on some fairly lucrative jobs? Provided you don't like asking questions that is?" He asked, looking at the pair expectantly. Shula raised an eyebrow, looking at Faelan with confusion.<br/><br/>"W-What?" She let out, at a loss of how to react to the situation.