<strong>Location:</strong>Main Room<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For all his rage, Ayr didn't get very far. Turning his head to watch the archon approach, the demon in the pinstripe suit didn't look like he was going to move at first, but as the angel began his swing, he flicked his jaw forward and flung the cigarette from his lips, aiming the lit tip for Ayr's eyes. Whether it landed or not, it was a suitable enough distraction for him to catch the canine's sword-bearing wrist and gave it a brutal twist, using enough force to snap a few joints and shatter a few bones on even a minotaur, then followed up by drawing a billy club from his jacket and swinging it straight into the archon's ribcage, giving him something to really be sore about as he was launched away across the dance floor. One did not simply attack a highborn without a plan of attack and succeed.<br/><br/>Looking around, the demon leader frowned as he realized his two vampires had been taken out of the fight yet again, this time crushed beyond a quick and easy revival by his own demonic essence. Sighing, he summoned the cigarette from the floor back to his lips, then took it between two fingers and flicked a little burning ash from the tip. The embers started to glide down to the floor at first, but before they could land, as if carried by an unseen wind, they were picked up and conducted through the air, one staying low, one sailing up high. Two pairs of ashes found their way to the vampire corpses, one with nothing but a bloody mess for a head, and one that was nothing more than a lower body, and settled onto them. Like inanimate objects possessed by a poltergeist, both empty husks jumped back to their feet and continued their assault, the male's body picking up his sword and swinging it wildly, blindly at the centaur, seeking again to relieve him of his hands, while the female's legs could do little more than kick relentlessly at Ayr, not caring if she hit his head, limbs, or more sensitive areas.<br/><br/>Pinned down in his cover by the kitsune, the necromancer got to work rejuvenating the mortal thugs Jack had taken out with that table, keeping his safety and distance while he brought the dead men back as slavering, howling zombies, but, despite being fast and voracious, they weren't too much of a threat to anyone with a gun. No, Danny was starting to see that the real threat was definitely the demon at the center of the room, who was even able to making worthless fractions of bodies fight on his behalf, and could fully revive anyone who wasn't pulped too badly. Taking a deep breath, the kitsune dashed out from his own cover and ran in front of the bar, passing by both Ariel and Shizuru on the way. "Sorry," he muttered to both as he took a small dagger from his sleeve and nicked each of their arms, drawing one drop of angel blood and one drop of demon blood without permission. That would have to be enough.<br/><br/>With the blood in his hand, the fox-boy stopped out in the open, fearless of any gunfire, as the two drops shot up into the skin of his palm, absorbing into his body and making his hands shine briefly with magical energy. Focusing intently, he thrust his hand forward and cast a spell of angelic light encased in red hellfire, arcing it down to the dance floor with such speed that even the highborn could not avoid it detonating at his feet. The powerful spell, one that was definitely the product of a blood mage, tossed the demon back against the staircase and severely damaged his suit, leaving him with a hellish glare as he instantly returned to his feet. Now revenge was on the table.<br/><br/>Separate from all of this, the shapeshifter followed as Hyde's titanium head crushed the skull of her poisonous, hallucinogenic jungle cat form, but, true to her nature, she didn't stay down long. A liquified brainstem was only a minor inconvenience to one who could take that form of her own will, so when the lycanthrope turned away, she assumed the form of a massive black cobra and used the distraction to lunge at him, trying to surprise his strength by coiling around him and crushing him in her new form. It was likely to end up with her body in multiple pieces, but she still had plenty of things to try.<br/><br/>With little reason to get involved with the current battle, the massive black orc moved back behind his scorched and devastated counter, fetching a bottle of sake from his personal safe and pouring a glass for Shizuru, after the kitsune had drawn her blood. "Sorry to leave you hanging. I know it's not proper to pour your own sake, so if you could indulge me," he asked, setting down a glass for himself after he finished pouring hers, then passing the bottle over to her. "Looks like it's going to be a long night."