“Fuck!!!” Azric said as Mia transformed.  He could scarcely believe his eyes.  There was a part of him that thought demons couldn't possibly be real and that everything he was told was just the result of collective wild imaginations.  But here....here before him was proof.  The holy water wasn't designed to kill her, and it had exactly the desired effect.  But now he had a pissed off demon on his hands.  The group he was a part of hadn't gotten that far in the training, so he was going to have to improvise.<br/><br/>As he turned to grab his suitcase he found his arms bound by what looked like vines.  The tendrils quickly covered his legs as well, causing him to trip and fall to the floor.<br/><br/>“Sorry!” he said in his defense.  “I didn't mean to hurt you!  Please don't kill me!”<br/><br/>The vines around him were uncomfortably tight, and as he lay there watching her spit and curse he realized that he might have bitten off a bit more than he could chew this time.