Auxana felt like she was just punched in the gut, she shouldn't have left Havoc. She was just being selfish. She dropped the long sword it would only cloud her judgement. The clank of its steel against a rock resounding as she broke into a full sprint towards Seb. 'Don't worry White, I'll make sure that Seb makes it out of this his normal lovable self.' Auxana's expression tightened as she saw the red tinted silhouette again. She bolted towards Havoc, hugging him and pulling him away from his father. Her face was feirce as she stared down Seb's father. She somehow knew who this man was. It wasn't as if she knew his name or anything about him, she just knew how Havoc saw him. She was enraged, at not just Havoc's father but also herself. As she rose with Havoc in her arms the air around her lit up with oppressive green energy. It looked like an inferno of wind.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040">"You know if you left him, this fight would be much easier."</span>His acidic tone just further fueled Auxana's rage and she held her ground.<span style="color: #FF4040">"Your loss."</span>Havoc's dad smirked as he lunged. Auxana's energy was also fueling Havoc's inner demon, she was accidentally making it stronger, because she perceived it to be strong. During the lunge A curved snake-like sword appeared in Havoc's dad's hand. It pointed directly at Havoc<span style="color: #FF4040">"You can't protect him! He will just drag you down!"</span>Auxana growled with immense power as she turned her body into Havoc's dad's lunge. Her Inferno of energy made a makeshift shield blocking the blow but making Auxana stumble somewhat. She let out an irritated grunt, why was she so much worse of a fighter without a sword, not that if she were to be disarmed she'd suddenly be a bad fighter, but knowing that there was legitimately no sword around her that she could wield felt suffocating. Another blow struck the shield and it cracked. She needed to protect Seb. She thought she heard White Direct her attention to the ring, but maybe that was her imagination. Regardless she focused on the ring. Her mouth curled into a grin as she span her body. Havoc's father was swinging his sword at the shield expecting to hit it, but the shield dissipated just before his sword hit it. His eyes widened as a beautiful black great sword with a hilt made of skulls hit his snake sword so hard it shattered.<br/><br/>Auxana kept Havoc close to her, she had this air of terrifying beauty. She liked the weight of the sword just as much as she liked the weight of Havoc in her arms. She pulled the great sword parallel to her and crouched. Havoc's dad was reeling but he could sense what was coming next. He knew what he had to do, he had to dodge. He began to twist his body as fast as he could. While he was extraordinarily fast he couldn't compete with Auxana. As soon as he feet left the ground her great sword was already planted straight through Havoc's dad's stomach. He did not bleed, but there were tears coming from his eyes. Auxana had thought that maybe at that moment he was sorry or that maybe he was happy to be punished. Obviously she had no idea but she had wished that maybe one day Havoc could come to terms with his family. She grit her teeth hard and with considerable effort flicked her wrist flinging Havoc's dad off of her blade and to the ground, where he lie until he eventually faded away.<br/><br/>Her breath was short and raspy as her knee hit the ground. She felt like she used twice the energy than she actually did. She pulled Havoc's head to her chest. She was really warm and soft. Then she started to play with his hair gently. "Thanks, White." She said while smiling, before singing softly. She wasn't saying any words she was just making beautiful noise with her voice. She wanted to help him, It didn't matter if she was better off without him or if he was dangerous. What mattered is that she wanted to stay with him, what mattered was how much she cared about him. The singing calmed her down enough for the great sword to return to being her ring and for her inferno of magic to die down. She began to just sing his name in different notes, like this was an opera "Seb~" sometimes her tone sounded delicate and vulnerable other times it sounded childish and selfish and even other times it was gentle and motherly, but all she sang was his name.<br/><br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>Norah was going to reach a hand out in comfort but she had noticed his state. This called for more than just a hand. She gulped, what she was about to do was going to be hard for her. It would bring up some bad memories, but for helping Kryban that was a small price to pay. She put her index finger near her mouth and bit down drawing blood. With cat like elegance and an inhuman speed she got up and moved over to him. She put a hand on his cheek and fought her instinct to pull away before putting her finger into his mouth. Her blood was sweet tasting and weirdly relaxing. It was like drinking delicious tea, but it was also addicting. She knew that this might end badly but she also knew her blood was like medicine for the mind. The last vampire she knew couldn't live without it, though she wanted the last vampire she knew dead. Kryban was a man she wanted happy so of course she would help him. "You'll be fine, You'll be fine." She kept whispering to him. "You'll be able to see your kids again, and even if Your wife won't take you back, i'd be with you."