The lead demon regained his footing and cracked his knuckles, "She must be good in bed if she's worth fighting for." he sneered, glancing back at the others who were holding Amora like they would have their way with her right then and there. They took a few steps back, readying themselves to run if things got ugly. The leader balled up his fists, aiming a few quick jabs at Midnight.<br/><br/>One of the others pulled a throwing knife out of his pocket, looking at the fight. The second demon looked at the knife and spouted nervously, "Don't. You got that thing yesterday, and you suck at throwing." "Oh shut up! I know what I'm doing!" the other replied, closing one eye and holding the blade, trying to aim. He threw it, but missed his mark by a long shot. He let go too late, and the blade imbedded itself into Amora's calf. She screamed, though her eyes remained shut. The demons looked at the blood dripping down her leg, then at each other. "Shit"<br/><br/>The leader got distracted and turned around to see the other two drop the girl like a sack of rocks and run off. "COWARDS!" he roared.