<strong>Name:</strong>Ariel Al'kiir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg6780446#msg6780446)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jack, Clarissa, Ayr, Marc, and anybody else<br/><hr/><br/>Explosion, holy dust, and glass shards filled the air even as Ariel moved to attack the demon.  Glass shards cut through her holy vestment, as well as her flesh, though her mind filtered the pain.  It wasn't that the angel couldn't feel the pain, it was that her disciplined mind refused to react to it.  Still it caused her to slow by a fraction of a second.  Enough time for the Highborn to avoid her attack.<br/><br/>The interposition of the dragon was a rather large inconvenience.  Ariel braced herself for attack even as she tried to discern whose side the dragon was on.  Was it rescuing the demon or sizing it up for a snack?  Either way, Ariel wasn't exactly pleased with the interference.  She was even less pleased with what happened next.  Marchosias, the man she'd been wishing to meet, strolled in like he owned the place.  Which of course, he did.  Still the arrogance was noted, as was the quickness with which the werewolf obeyed the order.<br/><br/>She smoothed her scowl, never allowing it to blemish her features, as Marchosias proceeded to claim the victor's prize, the banishment of the demon.  That really didn't sit well with her.  If someone wanted to finish another off, they should get their hands dirty from the beginning.<br/><br/>Hazel eyes watched as the man called Marchosias returned to the bar.  Holy broadsword remained in hand.  There was no telling if former allies would now turn upon her, and there was still the Haunt.  It deserved death for its attempt to attack her while she was fighting.  It should've picked its side more wisely.  The blade's tip did lower toward the floor though.  A sign that she wasn't actively threatening anyone present.<br/><br/>The angel back stepped a few feet, carrying her out of the center of things and to the peripheral.  She wanted to be able to keep an eye on everyone because no one had yet proven trustworthy.  Only when she was near the side room in which she had left the prostitute and her boyfriend did Ariel dare shift her vision.  A quick glance into the unlit room showed both to be alive and unharmed, or at least they had received no further harm since she had left them.  A minor blessing, but she'd take any she could find.<br/><br/>With the toe of her platformed shoes she lifted a fallen yet intact chair and decided to sit facing those she had so recently fought beside yet now uncertain if they could be trusted.  She kept her eyes open for the Haunt, the score unsettled.  She would've liked to talk to the werewolf or the dragon, though their quickness to obey Marchosias firmly illustrated their alliance.  She wasn't against Marchosias, she just hadn't joined him yet.<br/><br/>As she sat there, the superficial cuts from the glass grenade healed and the white cloth of her business suit and holy vestment mended itself a tenth of a second after her aura, temporarily muted by the globe of darkness, reignited and chased away any shadow within a six foot radius.  A moment later, after seeing that none of the others intended to immediately attack her, she rested her holy broadsword against the chair, tip on the ground and pommel against her thigh before she crossed her legs, looking completely at ease to anyone without a trained eye or heightened sense.<br/><br/>