Capet dusted off his hands and grinned at Nathaniel.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Enough,"</span>cried out Nathaniel, whose attention seemed to be directed somewhere else. Capet had fought hard against Nathaniel and for once outside the mansion of Archduchess Marianne, he found an even match in him. Capet felt a little happy inside, a little bit more than usual.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">But what can a demon really do?</span><br/><br/>Capet looked up, staring in the same direction the entire group seemed to look at. Two yellow orbs of light, surrounded by a weakly visible black smoke, floated around a window above their heads.<br/><br/>"What is that?" he asked, turning towards Nathaniel. His eyes seemed to widen a bit at Nathaniel's transformation. "<span style="font-style: italic">Interesting,</span>" said Capet, grinning at Nathaniel's hands. This Nathaniel might not have been fighting at full capacity a while ago.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"So, what happened to that dream?" asked Roy.<br/><br/>Ashton stopped in her tracks, looking at Roy quizzically. She looked around slowly, scoping where they stood for anyone else. Standing almost below a few sloping roofs along an outside corridor, there was no one else she could see standing around them.<br/><br/>"What dream?" she asked, nervous and curious.<br/><br/>"The dream of the noble Sir Earl Freeman. Di-"<br/><br/>A shadowy form bounded off the roofs above them and landed in front of Ashton. "Demon!" she yelled out, her hand lunging onto what seemed like the neck of the thing. Despite how it looked, the demon's neck was solid enough for her to hold him in place.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">A few moments earlier</span></span><br/><br/>"Crap," cursed Silas. The two girls and the angel, along with the silver-haired man and the black-haired man who had been duelling earlier now looked in his direction. He knew he was discovered. However, he had earlier spotted the angel and now, the demon; the black-haired man's fingers turned into claws. Silas couldn't think of anything else that could do that.<br/><br/>He leapt off the roof and onto the ground, but he felt a hand reach for his throat and grab it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sir Ashton?!</span><br/><br/>The knight had one hand on his throat; Silas could see the other reaching for her blade. A silver sword, most likely.<br/><br/>"No!" he yelled out. The chains surrounding his body went for Ashton's free hand and Roy's crossbow, stopping Ashton's hand and wrenching the crossbow from Roy's hands.<br/><br/>Ashton gasped, but her hand on Silas's neck began to squeeze.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Crap...</span><br/><br/>Silas felt a sense of foreboding about his next action, but it was better than dying. His body shimmered, and the thing he felt most as he transformed was Ashton's grip on his neck loosening. The chains around Ashton's hand and Roy's crossbow remained, turning into a more solid form not unlike metal.<br/><br/>"Wha..." the knight gasped. Her hand seemed to let go of Silas's throat, though her stunned expression probably did not factor that in.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Time to ru-</span><br/><br/>"Booya!" Roy socked Silas in the face, knocking him to the ground. "Got you!" he cried out, placing a foot onto Silas's throat. "You've got a lot of explaining to do,<span style="font-style: italic">Silas</span>." Roy sneered Silas's name, as if he treated it like a fake.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Outside the training room</span></span><br/><br/>"Towards thee I roll..."<br/><br/>Claudius stepped in front of the door. That was where one of the guards said the 'demon' (which he identified as a black-haired man) and the rest of the group went, along with Capet.<br/><br/>"Thou all-destroying but unconquering devil..."<br/><br/>He raised his sword up and gave it a few swings. Claudius's face now looked like a perfect example of tranquillity.<br/><br/>"From hell's heart I stab at thee..."<br/><br/>Claudius raised a foot and aimed it at the door.<br/><br/>"For hate's sake, I..."<br/><br/>Claudius kicked the door open with a loud bang.<br/><br/>"... spit my last breath at thee!" he yelled out at Nathaniel, his face still devoid of anger.<br/><br/>"Claude?<span style="font-style: italic">Intriguing,</span>" stated Capet.