Garash was too distracted by conversation to have seen the Almerkian gesture to him. He hadn't even noticed that more of his kind were approaching until they'd already entered the building, seen his handiwork, and called for more help. *<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">По дяволите, аз смучат по това,</span></span>He thought.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">С това темпо, аз отивам да се озове в затвора отново.</span></span><br/><br/>He was somewhat surprised to see a hooded figure take out one of the new arrivals with nothing but a bow and a single arrow. His Half-Elf friend also seemed to notice this person, and went over to them. The archer tried to take out another Demon, but failed, and the whore proceeded to set one on fire. Garash made his final decision, then, that pretty much everyone hated Demons. At this point, what that would mean for him hadn't yet crossed his mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Come on tall dark and sexy! that’s our cue to leave!”</span>the Whore said to him<br/><br/>**<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">Бягайте? Защо?</span></span>He wondered, standing to follow the whore after the Half-Elf, archer, and Almerkian.<br/><br/>The final five Demons charged them, and Garash panicked. He felt his heart catch in his chest, and the world slowed down around him. Five to one (as he saw it) was not a good match-up. But you know what they say about a cornered rat... or a sleeping giant.<br/><br/>He sidestepped a punch aimed at his stomach, and caught the arm that threw it. He brought the appendage down on his knee and thoroughly disconnected the bones of the arm and forearm. Another one tried to punch him out from his blind spot, but Garash's senses were too astute after so long in quiet. He ducked that one, which usually wasn't a practical move in his case, and flipped the offender over his shoulder. Garash kept hold of his arm after the Demon made contact with the floor, stomping hard on the back of his neck.<br/><br/>The third one came too quick for Garash to react, since he'd still been busy with the second Demon. It kicked his knees in and got him in a choke hold when he came down. In desperation, he elbowed the attacker in the kidney three or four times before he finally let go. Acting on rage and instinct alone, Garash turned about face and brought down his rows of needle-point teeth on the soft spot between the Demon's neck and shoulder. He tore off a good-sized chunk of flesh, which he swallowed in his war-crazy state. That was going to hurt his stomach later, but he was beyond caring. He threw a glare at the remaining two demons, and they looked about ready to piss their pants.<br/><br/>***"<span style="color: #FF0000">Аз ще ви се яде,</span>" he warned menacingly. They did piss their pants. Then they started to run for help as fast as they could carry themselves.<br/><br/>*<span style="font-style: italic">Damn, I suck at this. At this rate, I'm going to end up in prison again.</span><br/>**<span style="font-style: italic">Flee? Why?</span><br/>***"I will eat you."