<strong>Name:</strong>Ariel Al'kiir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg6780446#msg6780446)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gehenna's, table off to the side of the bar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jack, Durlock, and anybody else<br/><hr/><br/>Despite her speed, the Highborn seemed to move faster.  She hadn't counted on that.  Three times he tossed his billy club, which turned into his true weapon, an Oni's kanabo, before she reached him.  At least he was taking her seriously.  Though that might not actually be a good thing.  She prepared herself for the demon's strike, but then the lights went out.<br/><br/>Darkness normally fled from her.  It was quite interesting to see this Darkness' attempt to envelop her holy aura.  Still, attention focused upon the high demon, Ariel didn't wish to waste energy dispelling the magic, instead she actually allowed the darkness to wash over her.  Ariel's vision quickly switched to her alternate sight as the magically created darkness temporarily overcame her holy aura.  She was used to using the light to blind her opponents, but the shadows could work as well.  Especially since one didn't expect an angel to attack from the dark.<br/><br/>Constantly analyzing, she realized that her backup had disappeared.  The Archon was mending his wounds and scurrying about, though to what purpose she couldn't discern without dangerously dividing her attention.  The black, tattered soul of the dead man was chasing the twisted, gnarled soul of the necromancer.  The soulless vampire zombies weren't much of a threat.  The Oni was still close.  His soul darker than the dead man's and yet holding the tell-tale sheen of a demon who prided itself in what it was.  Something new was added to the mix, however.<br/><br/>A new entity.  Whether the Highborn demon had brought it with him, or it had been hiding within the club the entire time, Ariel knew a Haunt when she saw one.  Normally such a creature would be killed upon sight.  They were no better than mass murderers and as repentant as a spider.  More so, anyone dumb enough to attack an angel whilst battling a demon could naturally be considered to be siding with the demon.  Senses heightened from combat and adrenaline, Ariel could've sensed the Haunt even if she hadn't seen him.  What the creature was thinking attacking her no rational being could likely know.  Of course, Haunts were simply beasts and it was unlikely the creature even knew the reasoning behind its actions.<br/><br/>The blur of the intertwined souls, dark and light, with the darker in momentary control, flashed past her left side.  It was likely the only thing that prevented Ariel from cutting the Haunt down there and then.  The brush of air from the Haunt's claws told how close the Haunt had come to actually touching her before she had stepped aside.  The flat of her blade smacked aside the Haunt's next attempt and the touch of the holy weapon against demon hide was likely to ignite a searing, burning pain within the creature's hand.  Something akin to touching holy fire, at least that's what Ariel would assume it'd feel like based on the reactions of hundreds of lesser demons.<br/><br/>She would finish the Haunt later.  For now she needed to help the Lycanthrope.  Darkness hid her, and she moved quietly, though she was no assassin.  Holy blade arched toward High Demon flesh.  Ever mindful of the kanabo.  She knew from the beginning that she'd be unlikely to kill the High Demon alone.  She'd counted on the demoness, now banished, and the Archon, who was now doing something.  The werewolf she had not counted upon.  Though now, he was ready to assist.  Perhaps the Kitsune had another spell up his sleeve, or the bartender had holy arrows stashed within the champagne closet, or perhaps the heavens would open and an angelic army would appear.  Miracles didn't occur in Middle City; not without a price, at least, and Ariel wasn't about to pay for something she could do herself.