<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/c6b0fa278ef9327aa829d0372b4f079f/tumblr_omknedNOlH1r09teho1_1280.png)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Corbin the Demon</strong></div></div>Corbin beamed when he saw Niamh, and just before the fight started, he said happily, "I stand corrected.<em>That</em>is the prettiest girl here." But when Niamh spoke in their defense and things began to turn ugly, Adan's query about it being a while since a good fight got the blood pumping through the demon's veins. Corbin<em>liked</em>getting to be generally 'bad,' and anything that smacked of violence was quite all right by him.<br/><br/>Morally justified violence, particularly the kind that was meant to help a luscius woman, was just icing in the figurative cake. Which was better than the inn's lamb.<br/><br/>He was a sturdy and hard-to-kill entity; generally holy implements or people using his True Name against him would slay him, but no one in the inn looked to be a paragon of holy might or demonology, so Corbin assumed he was safe enough. Magic in general was something he avoided using whenever his more sturdy physical shape would do. Though he could clearly still be maimed, which would be...well...bad.<br/><br/>He could handle quite a lot of punishment and considered it a mark of pride to withstand the pathetic depredations of humanity--<br/><br/><em>Crack!</em><br/><br/>A man in the inn charged and punched him in the face, interrupting his internal monologue. He saw some men getting up and looking like they were going to put serious hurt on Adan. "Oh, by Hells above and below, I've been punched harder by<em>grandmothers</em>," Corbin swore. They were outnumbered, and even the demon wasn't sure this was a winnable fight, despite his bravado.<br/><br/>With his telepathic link with Corbin, he said in the comfort and privacy of their empathetic link,<em>Get to the woman and get her out. I'll distract them. I'll do better if I don't have to worry about either of you. Once you're both clear, I can slip out with my shadow magic.</em><br/><br/>He then delivered a blow to his attacker's face that knocked him cold. Corbin's eyes gleamed with fervor. "Who's next?" One of the men who'd been near Adan lunged for him, and Corbin caught him mid-air, hurling him into another man with a loud and happy shout. Ah, he loveda good fight.  The man who had grasped Niamh stared at Corbin and said, "What...what are you?"<br/><br/>Corbin's horns were plainly visible now; it wasn't as if the demon made much of an attempt to hide himself, and he was no longer lurking in a corner out of easy ogling range. Lies and deceit were the stock-in-trade of demonkind, and Corbin was trying not to be that way. Not that honest was exactly going to help him...<br/><br/>"Well, you were calling me a filthy mage earlier? Close, but no cigar. The correct term is<em>demon</em>." The entire inn was more focused on him than Adan and Niamh at that point, given the outright admission of "evil" in their midst, despite the fact that while cheeky, said "evil" had only responded when seeing an innocent person attacked.<br/><br/>So much for lying low.