This fight seemed like it was evenly matched almost. Rea wasn't sure what would happen, or what the outcome would be, but she had to win. She couldn't let him beat her, couldn't let him kill her. Rea took a deep breath, letting he remind focus as she tried pushing him back, her blade pushing more into her scythe, at least until those blades skewered his body. Who, or what did that? She didn't have to ponder for too long as he pushed her away, her eyes on those darkly armored men as he cleaved through them.<br/><br/>Why had his own allies attacked him? Was there another enemy? Where they growing impatient with him? Maybe Magnus wasn't the enemy, maybe there was more to him. She was going to have to try to figure that out later, but now, she was certain he needed help, especially with those blades still in him. Though she found herself focused as he pulled that blade from his neck, her mind becoming focused on him, on his actions as he prepared to toss that blade. If it came for her, she would block it, or get out of the way. But what happened next, she couldn't turn away from.<br/><br/>The demon that caused him to hit the ground was one of the many of demons and men that stabbed that man, her body almost frozen. It happened so quick, yet she was certain she cold have done something to have prevented it. She was his to finish? She turned in time to see that mercury black armor, her gaze focusing on the woman he carried. The small woman came close to her as he dropped her onto the ground, Rea worried now. "Mother, mother, please wake up..." She muttered, biting her lower lip, but her attention was drawn to that man, the Dark One. The next thing she knew, she was feeling her body pinned.<br/><br/>"Let me go you idiots, I'm not the enemy!" She shouted, noticing the ones who pinned her were from her village. Why were they doing this? She looked ahead, listening to the words spoken by that man, her gaze shifting slightly Magnus. 'I need to get free...' The small warrior thought to herself, though even she was kept still by those men. She was still, knowing she would only tire herself if she struggled, but her mind was racing. How could she help him? She couldn't, and she knew it, that fact becoming more evident as that heavy claymore came down, severing head from body. He killed his own ally?<br/><br/>Darkness gives light purpose? Without darkness, light is unneeded? She bit her lower lip, those words from that man ringing in her thoughts as the men of her village released her. The small woman stood up, her mind swimming, the thoughts almost dizzying. She looked towards the body on the ground, curious as dust seemed to fly. Was he melting away? With him dead, she could die too? She pushed her thoughts from her, clearing her mind as she focused on the blade pointed at her first, her gaze shifting to him. "I won't fall, I refuse to." She said, gripping her swords tightly as she switched her stance slightly, her swords held ready.