<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors</span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fgm5IMb.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Mallory Minato<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>February 15th, 2021, 9:00AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Training Area<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kevin, Azmodiel,  Ryusei, Leasick<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Time to, wait we’re just going?<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Workout Gear (https://i.imgur.com/wSdPNiZ.jpg)/Hairstyle (https://i.imgur.com/l9E5Mi7.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>“...Ryusei?”  Mallory had been watching all three of them fight Azmodiel fighting their hardest, working with one another to get one hit, even one close enough, at her father. It was quick and messy, and as each of them kept at it, Azmodiel was thought it beat, and with each swing and throw, she could see that Ryusei was beginning to slow down. Her eyes watched, as he lay there on his knees, breathing heavily, and then, in those few moments, the air in the room shifted. The display, whatever was happening to her beer, was something unlike she had ever seen before. While people always told her that demons held power that human could never hope to have, never imagine, she never knew what they spoke of.<br/><br/>Even if Ryusei was half of a demon, the power that was coming from him was unlike she had ever seen.<br/><br/>It had all happened in a flash, more literally than anything, as Ryusei, or whoever was talking, had attacked Leasick, with Azmodiel making it just in time to move the man from getting serious injured.<br/><br/>Or worse.<br/><br/>She took a step back, and then another, as she watched the scene. Whoever was controlling Ryusei’s body now, well, it want her brother. Ryusei was never like that, never scary, never threatening. He talked as if he was some completely different, but now, Mallory didn’t even know what was happening. All she knew was that what Azmodiel said was the most important, and she would need to get away.<br/><br/>But... she couldn’t leave them to fight whatever her brother had become.<br/><br/>Her brown eyes glanced above her, over her shoulder as she saw the stairs that lead to the observation deck. An area that the training room held for those that wished to watch and take notes, but more than anything, had controls for different models and training tech. It may not be strong enough to knock Ryusei (or whoever he was) out, but it could help the others, maybe.<br/><br/>She waited while the demon was distracted, talking to her father, and in those moments, Mallory ran to the stairs.