<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/c6b0fa278ef9327aa829d0372b4f079f/tumblr_omknedNOlH1r09teho1_1280.png)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Corbin the Demon</strong></div></div>He heard Adan's warning, and the demon knew that it was a good warning, as warnings went. And Adan was absolutely right. Once he was sure Adan and the woman were clear, he took a moment to consider--<br/><br/>And then a drunkard delivered a rousing roundhouse that sent him flying. With an angry scream, somewhat losing his temper, Corbin got up, wobbled a moment, then charged the man down. He literally half bent and charged with his horns pointed right at the man like a raging bull. The headbutt he delivered sent his assailant sprawling onto the splinter-filled floor of the inn<br/><br/>Corbin's demon blood screamed in delight. But then someone cracked a glass of beer against his face, and there was something about being drenched in beer that was colder than a witch's tit (...though Adan was<em>kind of</em>a witch and he liked Adan's chest, very warm. Well, another witch, a<em>different</em>witch!) that brought him to his senses. With a malicious look in his eyes, he had a split second to contemplate what to do.<br/><br/>He was the former demon of despair. He could inflict upon them what he did best, invoke the brutal primal emotion for which he embodied...but that would be a genuine evil. He couldn't. So instead he relied on his shadow magic, fell backwards into his own shadow, and vanished out of the inn.<br/><br/>All of the fighting stopped. One of the men whispered, "The fuck just happened?"<br/><br/>He sprang out of Adan's shadow where the two were hidden in the trees, looking a little worse for wear but not too roughed up, though he smelled of beer. Corbin sniffed, being judgemental, and said, "They could have at least smashed the expensive beer on me. I'm<em>exotic</em>, I'm worth being assaulted with the good imported beers. This cheap stuff is what you hit a<em>dwarf</em>in the face with." He was clearly irritable.<br/><br/>He looked at Niamh and beamed, saying, "I like you, mortal. Very feisty to stand up to a whole bar. Unwise, but feisty." Corbin conveniently left out the part where it was also feisty and unwise of himself to stay behind in an inn full of homocidal townspeople, because he was cheeky that way.