The sound of metal striking stone softly brought Clara out of her happy little moment with Artimer. She had felt how weak he had gotten from helping her and was slowing helping him regain his own strength somehow just by having him hold her. A low growl rumbled through Artimerâ€™s chest and slightly into her bones before he let her go and got up. The battle mage that she was instantly came to the fore with her own blade in hand that had been nearby. She walked silently, even more so then she ever had before, as they approached the now freed she-deamon known as Darrel. Artimer had switched to a slightly bigger form and with his claymore in hand he stalked silently forward until he reached her dagger. Darrel was seriously slipping from the fear he felt, leaving behind the only weapon that could kill him completely was a bad idea. Then again, she took the dagger when it was handed to her; maybe he would rather die then return to his master, 'Letâ€™s get rid of this maggot once and for all.' She didnâ€™t really know which it was nor did she think it really mattered and nodded even though Artimer wouldnâ€™t see it but he would feel it through their bond.<br/><br/>With a clawed hand Artimer pinned the deamon against the caves rocky wall, the look of terror in Darrelâ€™s eyes didnâ€™t even send a single spark of pity into her like it had the first time they had met, "Now, you will regret EVER siding with a Daemon, not even the maggots will eat of your corpse when we are through with you." She couldnâ€™t agree more with his words and his plan she agreed with completely. They needed to be rid of this bastard once and for all. In one swift movement Artimerâ€™s claymore ended the deamonâ€™s body and almost at the same moment the blade went completely through Darrelâ€™s back her dagger had been swung in a graceful arc, severing the deamonesses head completely. The creatureâ€™s foul blood sprayed as its head thudded to the ground and rolled a little ways away. Some of the blood had sprayed over her chest and nearly coated her arm, a disgusted sound escaped her, â€œEven in death he irritates me.â€ She wiped the blade on what little fabric the deamon had worn to get rid of some of the blood, â€œI cannot wait to get out of here. This entire fiasco is starting to give me a head ache.â€ Really all she wanted to do was curl into Artimerâ€™s arms and sleep for a year but she knew they had to go on, â€œCan you travel for a little longer or do you need to rest? I wouldnâ€™t suggest we stay here for too much longer.â€ She was a little tired as well, and sore, and she really was getting a head ache but staying in one place for too long so close to the inner city did not seem wise to her.