Both Darakus and Jerakea, whom were both able to see well in the dark, but vulnerable to light, were momentarily blinded by the light that Drachon had called forth. Jerakea, however, used the confusion to shift forms to a 15 foot tall soot black dragon with blood red eyes and yellowish scaled wings. As no one could see at the moment, he had the element of surprise on his side, and as Drachon was running out the back, his secondary weapon came into play. As soon as the Demons that had come to retrieve their loss could see again, he burned three of them alive with fiery breath of an unnatural blueish-green, and then while they were screaming in pain, he devoured them.<br/><br/>Darakus, who got his eyesight back less quickly than his father, was more than shocked at the Devilish-looking Dragon appearing as if out of nowhere, but he got over it when one of the demons charged at him thinking he was unarmed and managed to give him yet another scar down his left arm. Darakus said nothing as the demon who had attacked him thrust his blade forward to impale him. He simply reached into his 2 inch seemingly normal pouch and drew a five foot sword to counterattack with. as he blocked the surprised demon's advancing sword and pushed it back, he made a move to line up the sword vertically with the attacker's body.<span style="color: #BF0000">"What you gonna do if the thing can't even touch me?"</span>the demon gloated in the Demonic tongue that Darakus had learned after leaving his mother.<br/><br/>"It doesn't have to," Darakus responded as he touched a small trigger on the hilt and four Scythe-like spikes impaled the demon's forehead, chin, neck, and rib-cage. as the rest of the demons were killing off patrons, Darakus decided to follow the Elf's example and exit towards the back. Jerakea, seeing this, was conflicted. He would have liked to see his son show more power than that, yet he was running away. Why? he had to find out, but he also enjoyed combat, a little too much if you were to ask his wife. Too bad she was dead.<br/><br/>Jerakea finally decided that he would follow his son, perhaps out of wanting an heir, who knows? As he left, his massive figure turned to that of Borasan once again. "The more deceitful, the better." he said as he crouched behind a bar so as to not be seen during the transfiguration. Following his son, who had caught up to Drachon by now, he silently cursed himself for choosing such a loud mouthed general and when he had the chance, he ducked into an alley, shifting to an Assassin by the code name of The Demon's Shadow. Although he preferred the direct approach, and he was more skilled masquerading as a warrior, her abilities could come in handy at times like this. She (for Jerakea could impersonate women just as well as men) was soon in Darakus' shadow. Literally. His secondary weapon in her form was the ability to<span style="font-style: italic">become</span>any demonic figure's shadow, and it proved rather useful, what with Chizu's reaction to him earlier. He still didn't understand how she knew, but better to not draw more attention, right?