<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DLM6Wh8.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Leasick Valshanner<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11:20PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Club Zodiac [Building Interior]<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kevin, Mallory, Kyless, Mephelos<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Flames of fury<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Suit (https://i.imgur.com/ndcijWY.jpg), minus the left sleeve, which has gone up in flames, and by the end of the post topless<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For a moment he thought he'd ended up in a nightmare. Nothing was where he recalled it to be. The walls, doors, and most everything else inside the club's main room were not where he recalled it to be. It was not as if he had memorized the place perfectly, but it looked like a completely different setting altogether. His mind was clear, not affected by the spinning of illusion magic, even if his eyes and ears still were.<br/><br/>Was this Kyless' work, he wondered. Her files described her as a very powerful caster of demonic illusion magics. Though contained to some extent, she'd always given the impression that she was willing to cooperate with SOPHE and had no track record of hostility towards them. Had this been a ruse all along?<br/><br/>Regardless, Kevin showed up not long after he had called out to his colleagues, carrying an unconscious Mallory in his arms.<br/><br/><em>Shit.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Go! I'll cover you!"</strong>he told the redhead before peering up at the balconies that were starting to collapse onto the dancefloor and bar area. Luckily Kevin seemed nimble enough, even whilst carrying someone, to avoid getting caught by debris, but Leasick was a little less fortunate as a large chunk came down his way. But rather than panic and freeze, or think quick and dodge, he simply and eerily calmly raised his demon arm and caught a large chunk of the balcony his opened hand, large and heavy enough to have flattened him had he not stopped its fall, as if he'd just caught something small and light, like a ball.<br/><br/>Staring at the concrete and steel he balanced so effortlessly in the palm of his hand, he was left with not enough time to wonder why he had not jumped out of the way -- why he had not done what he would have usually done. Feeling the murderous intent clearly, his ears were filled with the taunts of a clearly deranged man as he<em>clawed</em>himself a way through a wall of debris, of metal and concrete, as if it were nothing. The threat was obvious and had to be called to a halt.<br/><br/>In response to the words the blond demon man had uttered, the artificial hybrid decided to<em>throw</em>the boulder-sized debris held by his demonic arm at him, accompanying it with a loud and clear,<strong>"FUCK <em>YOU!</em>"</strong>as the small car-sized projectile was sent flying straight at Mepholes.<br/><br/>Being told to run away by a prick like that didn't seem to sit very well with him today.<br/><br/>Straightening his back, he brought his red and black hand to the shoulder of his other arm. Sharp nails dug into the cloth of his jacket and the shirt he wore underneath. They were ruined already at this point and would only get in the way during a fight, offering too little freedom to move his arms around, so with one swift motion, he tore it all off. Left naked from the waist up, his trained, muscular chest and arms<del>   </del>both the original human and transplanted demon one<del>   </del>were on full display.