Artimer held Clairissa close, just breathing in her scent, finding strength in that simple act. He could feel himself splayed before her, everything he had done and everything he remembered, she could look at as if he was an open book. But he found that he could do the same with her and he smiled softly. For the moment as he  held her in his arms was all he needed. Clairissa would be able to feel that what ever it was that had just happened had nearly drained all his strength and holding on to her as he was was slowly refilling his own strength.<br/><br/>There was a small sound of metal hitting the ground and bouncing a little. Artimer looked up and saw Darrel struggling to stand up, some how he had pulled the dagger out of his arm. Darrel let out a giggle that was a mix of glee and fear as he struggled to move away from the bonded pair. His back was to them so he did not know that he had been spotted. Artimer let out a soft growl, letting go of Clairissa as he reached over for his claymore, growing into an anthro dragon close to eight feet as he did so. He quietly stalked towards Clairissa's dagger picking it up, and with out looking to see if she was there, handed it behind him with the hilt facing her, and the tip of the blade in his finger tips. 'Lets get rid of this maggot once and for all,' he said through their link.<br/><br/>He waited just long enough for her to take the dagger before he stalked up behind the daemonette placing his large clawed hand on its shoulder, spinning Darrel around and pinning him against the wall of the cave. Artimer held Darrel by the throat off the ground, his claws digging into the sides of the daemon's shoulders and neck. "Now, you will regret EVER siding with a Daemon, not even the maggots will eat of your corpse when we are through with you," he said with a growl that made the trapped daemon to shudder in complete terror.<br/><br/>'Together, I will wound him with my sword you cut off his head,' Artimer said as his plan to kill Darrel for good. As they readied to take out the action, to him it felt they were moving as one being. He just knew he wouldn't need to count down to his action, and with out waiting he took hie claymore, that with his size looked more like a large sword in his hand plunged in and upward diagonal motion, piercing just under Darrel's rib cage up through his back between his shoulder blades. In that second that his sword pierced the daemon, a green and red blood poured out of the body. Darrel didn't even have a chance to scream as his head was severed at that same moment.