The bull-horned Demon seemed to have been weighing his options whether he should fight or flee. And, just when he had decided to run and get backup, a thick ice formed around his feet up to his knees. Literally frozen in place, the beefy Demon started raving.<br/><br/>*<span style="color: #FF0000">"Пламнал пожар! Проклет Elf-- си мислиш, че може да ме задържи тук?"</span>He struggled against the ice, cracking it. At this point, Garash was too amazed by the strange magic to fight.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Другите ще дойдат, и кръвта Ви ще се хранят тези етажа!"</span><br/><br/>Finding that he couldn't break the ice (and time, for him, was of the essence), the bull-horned Demon started a high-pitched whistle. The sound was offensive enough to pull Garash out of his awe. Without having even remembered his previous reason for wanting to kill the Demon in front of him, he speared his hand and thrust it through the Demon's teeth and out the back of his skull--just to stop that wretched sound. Then, just so the dying Demon would know that he'd been offended, Garash took his free hand, flipped him off, and bashed his skull in. He let the body slump to the icy floor unceremoniously.<br/><br/>Then, staring at the corpse, Garash remembered that he'd intended to kill these two Demons before they could call for help. The bull-horned Demon had only had an instant of that unbearable whistling before Garash smothered him. He wasn't sure if that had been enough, or if he'd had to complete some sort of sequence. He wasn't sure if this place was still safe. But...<br/><br/>It was the strangest thing. For the first time in his life, people were offering him assistance. In his homeland, he was hated for preying on his own kind--but here? Perhaps, then, all the other races disliked Demons as much as he did.<br/><br/>Garash was curious about the stranger who'd helped him. He knew, from scraps of conversations, that the stranger was a male elf (something he would never have guessed had he not heard so), and that he used a strange and wonderful magic, but nothing beyond that. Surely, Garash didn't know anything about anything--Not in these strange lands.<br/><br/>So he walked up to the stranger, standing over him and his whore. Garash at least knew what a whore was. He'd seen plenty of those back home.<br/><br/>**<span style="color: #FF0000">"който--"</span>he started, forgetting himself. "Tell me.. about you."<br/><br/><br/>*"Blazing fires! You damned Elf-- you think you can hold me here? The others will come, and your blood will feed these floors!"<br/>**"Who--"