Darion’s suspicions were confirmed since the false elf seemed to completely lose hold of the act at his own actions.  The damn evil laugh in his face was more than confirmation enough that he was completely correct.  Though he wasn't sure question she kept asking, repeating the one he had asked her.  It was even weirder that she seemed to keep repeating it like she was singing it.  That was creepy beyond belief.<br/><br/>He was glaring at her, focusing on her that he only noticed the knives when they were flashing at him.  He only had a chance to begin to raise his fist in defense.  It wouldn't be fast enough to stop the knife, not nearly at all.  Though an even brighter flash caught him off guard.  But it led to him releasing the demon and backing up a step.  He had been caught off guard… not something he would let happen again if he could help it.<br/><br/>When he had stepped back he had a chance to survey what had happened.  Darion’s eyes fell on the charred hand he had seem coming up at him, and saw the knife fall free.  Seeing the second knife, Darion reacted before the demon could put it into use.  He grabbed the table edge, pulling it sharply up he flipped it .  A moment later he was glad he did when even he heard the growl.<br/><br/>It drew his attention from the demon to the beast that had snuck up behind Winnie.  He moved quickly, dashing in and swinging his blade as he came in behind the aviary.  Aiming to drive the beast away from her before it could strike.  After a moment as he fell into a guard stance, he glanced back at her.<span style="color: green">“Think you can take the demon that was masquerading as your friend?  I’ll take her beast.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>