<span style="color: #0040FF">Delancey brought up his mace and fought the other him off with all his heart, mind, body, and soul. While he was doing so, he knew it was only a matter of time before the mage got through his defenses. Then not only would he be dead, but so would the others. They would all follow down Reed's path at the moment. Torture, torture, torture, then death when they couldn't take it anymore.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">In that case...</span> he thought with a fiendish grin, and immediately changed to the offensive. It obviously took the mage off guard and in doing so, revealed its true self.<br/>A demon.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Help..." she croaked from the lack of water. How long did she mentally struggle with the mage. A few minutes? A few hours? Days? Weeks? It felt the same to her. She tried to lift her head, but found that she got lightheaded and too weak to keep it up. Sounds of battle drifted in, but she figured she was imagining it. After all, one of the many side effects of malnutrition is delirium... She wouldn't be surprised if she were delirious right now...</span>