Name: Jack 'Hyde' Mason<br/>Location: Main Room<br/>Tagging: Highborn, Ariel, Drulok, Adam Smith (in passing).<br/><br/>______________________<br/><br/>"Watching other people fight is booooring"<br/><br/><em>"it was your idea in the first place."</em><br/><br/>"But I wanna punch stuff!"<br/><br/><em>"Let the Demon's fight first.</em><br/><br/>"Fiiiine...But I get to punch the Highborn, or else."<br/><br/><em>"Or else what? How can you possibly threaten your own co-conscious?"</em><br/><br/>Apparently unable to figure out a witty retort, Hyde decided to ignore the conversation with him for the moment, instead wanting to watch the end of the fight. It had never occurred to him that he had spoken the entire half of his own conversation, meaning that anyone who wasn't paying attention to the chaos and instead focusing on the rather hefty Lycanthrope sitting on the table with a lightly wagging tail would notice that the Wolf was having a conversation with him and, somehow, losing it.<br/><br/>Thankfully for Hyde, the battle did not take long, Shizuru was quickly removed from the fight by some sort of banishment. It was nigh impossible to tell if the Demoness would not ever become a factor in Jack's life again, nor did it matter to Hyde. She'd been a nice ass with a story from Japan who thought she was hot shit, just because she knew some fire tricks and how to wield a sword. Jack may silently mourn her loss later, but Jack couldn't give two fucks. Now he got an entirely different treat, the Angel. This time both Jack and Hyde too interest: the presence of a divine giving mixed vibes for Hyde and bringing up painful memories for Jack. The Lycanthrope's form changed slightly, his heckles standing slightly on edge, but no savage death growl marred his face. He was watching the woman with a mix of interest, disgust and a minor dash of awe and hatred. Feelings the Co-conscious didn't quite understand. Jack knew the feelings well though, he felt some of them more than others, and others besides. Whatever past filled his time, it was something heavily embroiled in the Divinities.<br/><br/>Hyde watched as Ariel took centre stage in the arena, with a sword in hand and a defensive stance, she aimed to go toe-to-toe with the Demon, not something that was smart. Hyde was about to jump into action when a scent caught his attention: one that he had somehow missed in this symphony of carnage and carnal pain. He had never expected or experienced the scent of something so...abnormal, but he knew to look up, only to see a silhouette in the roof, dropping an orb of darkness into the area.<br/><br/>In a world devoid of light, most creatures stumble blind. The Lycanthrope was not one of them: by very design a nocturnal race, the Lycanthrope had a few ways of dealing with darkness. For pitch darkness, Sight was impaired but the creatures could lean on scents and hearing to carry their weight. They heard the battle and the scraping of claws and the slight sway of cloth as it was strained as some...thing attempted to attack the angel. Perhaps attack was the wrong word, the creature was trying to strip her. Inside the tempest-like mind of the beast, a conflict of interests was in the forefront of Jack's mind. Jack, being a fairly reasonable person, didn't intend to see an ally stripped and embarrassed, but Hyde thought the idea a delight! The bare flesh bouncing and exposed as she fought for her life had an appealing mental image. Hyde was content just to watch and Jack knew that trying to change his mind about stopping the...thing that was the Haunt. Instead, Jack decided to focus Hyde's one track mind on something else...or someone else.<br/><br/><em>"I thought you planned to punch the Highborn. Here’s your chance."</em><br/><br/>Hyde's head snapped up, taking in the scent of the creature. Demons were rarely Dark sighted, so whilst it was pitch-black, he had an advantage. The Lycanthrope stalked closer to the Demon and was only two feet to the side opposite his Kanabo: just in his peripheral when he lit his horns. A grin was on the Lycanthrope's face.<br/><br/>"Boo."<br/><br/>The attack was savage, as it would need to be against such a brutal opponent as a Highborn. In reality, Hyde had underestimated the Demon enough to let him get a chance to defend himself in some form. Yet Hyde dived at the Demon, leaping through the air and sailing at the Demon, a Ten foot tall, fuck-knows-how-many-pounds of angry fur, muscle and rage aiming to clamp it's jaws around the Highborn's neck.<br/><br/>Had the demon been a millisecond later at lighting his horns, or a millisecond slower: he would be dead; Demons were able to survive decapitation, sure, but few could heal a wound laced with Lycan's venom.<br/><br/>Sadly though, the demon was<em>not </em>a millisecond slower. He had managed to duck just in the nick of time, avoiding the Lycanthrope's entire bulk with a stroke of acrobatic genius. He did not, however, come out unscathed. A hunter's attack was rarely this unsuccessful, but he had managed to rake one of his claws across the Demon's face: A fairly hefty scratch from his cheek to the bridge of his nose.<br/><br/>"Fuck. Nearly had your eye you little Demon shit."<br/><br/>The Lycan faced down the Demon, on all fours with a sinister growl on his face. Even on all fours, he was taller and bulkier than the Club wielding highborn, but he had lost the element of surprise, and the Demon had the element of magic: something not altogether predictable.<br/><br/>"I wonder, Brother: Do you know who I am? Does your gang still whisper my name in fear? Cus They will once I post them your corpse, with my name scratched into your chest!"<br/><br/>The Werewolf grinned, Hyde feeling his blood pump. After drawing first blood, he was mostly on the defensive: watching his prey for the next move. He had taken on stronger demons when he in his prime, but he was rusty at the moment. The moon was also against him, being late into its cycle and close to being at full wane. This fight would be tough on his own, maybe implausible.<br/><br/>But Like Hyde gave a fuck.<br/>