Arista was unaware of the commotion going on inside the dove inn. She was walking towards the INN with her black robe hat covering her face because of the rain drizzling down onto the ground. It wasn't like she had an agenda planned today, or anything. Just that there were a lot more interesting sailors in town. Sailors of the demonish kind. A peculiar sense of interest in these demons caused her to follow a group of twelve of them towards the INN.<br/><br/>One demon seemed to wave his hands as if gesturing to six of them to wait for something. A call of help? The other six tried to swarm the back of the INN. So they were tactical? A unusual feature for demons of their caliber. Tactfulness was found only in high ranking demons, and those were the ones that made lesser demons do all the hefty lifting. Her hands shifted to the hilt of both her swords. If she tried to enter the INN it would be too obvious that she was a typical patron. However, based on the strategy the demons were trying to trap the patrons inside the inn. A slaughter?<br/><br/>Her feet silently carried her to the back of the INN. A nice tree rested between her and the demons that she stood behind. If she used magic only two of the six would die instantly, and her spot would be given up. Not that she cared truly about what the demons were up to. All she wanted was her belongings inside the tavern. However, these demons were preventing her from getting her junk.<br/><br/>Sapphire eyes of rage blinked twice at one demon who happened to turn around only to be met with a shard of ice in his throat. Blood leaked from the wound like a faucet left on for too long. Her hand twisted to aim another shard at the demon that stood next to him. Again, the shard hit right through the throat. With little delay, she pulled out her daggers prepared for the onslaught of four more demons. Survival was....well....limited in this scenario. But her belongings had an important jewel in it that allowed half her magic to form this human looking body. If she couldn't receive it...her form would go back to its dragon form, and wither like a fish on land. Not potentially the best way to go out.<br/><br/>Her left foot made firm contact with a demons thigh. A cracking sound from the impact wrung through the area. Another demon spoke some sort of demon dialect. Which, she presumed was announcing how normal humans would of died from the oncoming kick in the shin she just received. Her knee jerked a little making her body slump to the ground. This gave her just enough room to lift the dagger up, and slice the hand off another demon. Two demons came at her at once.<br/><br/>In a jerk reaction, she used one foot to send her off the ground, and into a flip. Slicing the torso of both demons, but not killing them. The other demon that could walk came at her with his claws. He swiped her right arm drawing blue blood down her arm. Dragon blood bleed a different color than human blood. Sadly, her magic couldn't change her own blood enough.<br/><br/>Pain sweltered through her body like fire. She wouldn't be able to fend all three of them off, or four if the other demon manages to heal. The INN was her only option at this point. Her feet dragged her into the inn which was already a battlefield in terms of demons. Her feet ran up the stairs swiftly to grab her belongings.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm just... waiting for some friends."</span>The words echoed in her ears as she ran past the man who had spoken. Her dark blue armor was covered with blue blood, and her eyes glowed from the remnant of using magic.