Ready to pounce at first to assist her with the remaining four Daimons, Aaron sorta relaxed to the point of sitting on his haunches, watching and enjoying the events as they played out.  He was under the impression that Vixaria enjoyed toying with her prey.<br/><br/>The third Daimon done and dusted (quite literally, actually), two of the lingering trio turned and sprinted away from the Dark Hunter.  Aaron watched in amusement as a pair of expertly thrown blades found their marks, turning the pair of retreating Daimons into piles of ash.<br/><br/>With one left to dispose of, the wolf casually trotted back to his clothes, figuring Vixaria had this in the bag.  Fully clothed again, Aaron stepped out of the shadows and slowly approached the pair of antagonists, just in time to see a head removed from its body.<br/><br/>He laughed at her apology, saying, “Yeah, I could tell.  And hey, don’t mind me.  I found all of that extremely entertaining.”  Aaron noticed she had missed a splotch of blood on her face.  So he wiped it away with the elbow of his jacket.