The boy was good, Sen could see that much. It was easy to see combat didn't affect his ability to perform his abilities for healing. An admirable trait for anyone, exponentially so for a young boy and his Sprite. This trust Sen sensed in the boy helped him to focus on his apparent skill; killing. It came natural to him. Swift and fluent motions of his daggers parrying blades and armor, homing in to their precise marks on his opponent's bodies. Sen could see exactly what he wanted to cut on each and every demon that came his way. A cut to a femoral artery here, a strike to the vegas nerve there; although they were demons it seemed knowledge of human body benefited Sen against these creatures as well. He did find some difficulty in locating some of their hearts but a severed head from his kukri blade works the same on nearly every being. Whoever "Sen" was, and if Sen would ever find out, one thing would be true no matter what, he was dangerous.<br/><br/>As the fighting died down Sen observed the scene; bodies and debris lay strewn about, tables that minutes ago were seated by fairly normal people just having a normal day were now nothing more than piles of splintered wood.  Sen glanced back at the boy and gave a simple nod of approval. He didn't seem like the type of boy that needed praise but his efforts and skill shouldn't go unnoticed.<br/><br/>Sen placed his daggers back onto his back and sheathed his kukri back on his side. As he turned to leave he heard the trampling footsteps of more demons but before he could act, the boy had cut them off with more magic. This boy was indeed powerful and Sen came to the realisation that he might be able to help with his memories. But that was a discussion for later. For now the boy was right and everyone needed to escape. The Wolf however seemed unable to contain himself and had to get one last jab at the demons through a spell of raining daggers. "Definitely keeping an eye on that one..." Sen thought to himself as he followed the boy outside.<br/><br/>Once outside the coolness of the rain was a welcome feeling. The heat of battle seemed to be washed away but was short lived by the sounds of more footsteps pounding the ground in the groups' direction. Sen looked to the others then back at the boy. "Unless you can do that again, I suggest we keep moving. This is not the most advantageous spots for combat."