Araya smiled as Durien hadnt changed a bit since their last encounter, he was still as rough as ever. Once his eyes landed on her though, instant clarity seemed to shin into his eyes. She let her smile grow as she watched his hands clench, he remembered her and what she was, demon, the thing he hunted. She watched as his back straighten and his face take on a more defensive side, as if he didnt know if he could trust her. She could see her charm had little to no effect on him, but knew no man could be completely turned off by her. She titled her head at him, curious to why he wasnt even a little bit happy to see her. She could still feel those lips on her now. She slid her little pink tongue over her own she could taste the sweet nectar of the spirits she drank only moments ago.<br/><br/>She titled her head to him and understanding touched her eyes as she looked around at the others, seeing eyes on her and not liking their stares. Any of them could be the hunter that was cutting demons down, like cattle. She would have to be on her guard. Her head whipped back to him, her hair shinning in the last bits of daylight. Her eyes were playful, yet with a touch of seriousness,<strong> “If their as smart as that little brat you fought I may be in luck.” </strong><br/><br/>She was about to ask what he was doing here again, when the Tank walked out of the bar and homed in on her in mere seconds. She backed away from Durien and hissed as her fangs grew longer and her soul orb appeared like a lit flame. The tank’s dark eyes were full of hate and anger as he pulled his full buster sword from his back and pointed it at her.<strong>“You little witch, you cheated me out of my money.”</strong>Araya growled low in her throat but said nothing else. The Tank slowly made his way towards her and she slowly backed away till her back hit the bark of a tree. She was still low on HP and she had no potions or ether to fall back on since their last fight. She swayed on the balls of her feet and kept all escape routes open to her as the man stood before her. She dropped her human glimmer and one by one her nine tails started to appear. Its milky white fur swayed and thrashed behind her like leafs in a storm.  He took a swing and she dodged in the nick of time, turned to see the tree she had been against slip in two. His glare returned to her and she used her orb to attack. He blocked and her spell was deflected.<strong>‘Oh shit… she was in trouble…’</strong>She cursed at the tanks enchanted armor and knew she would have to fight him hand to hand. She wasn’t much of a physical fighter, had a few skill levels to get her by, she would be using everything she had to bring him down. She did a quick check of her stats and saw her heath was still low and didn’t have any potions or ether to help her out on this one. Even though she was royally screwed she didn’t lt it show as she stared down the tank who looked powered up and fully charged from their last fight. Something in the back of her mind told her to flee, to get up and go, but she wouldn’t get very far. The tank probably had a track on her now and would know where and when she came on. Dipping down she pulled a thief dagger she collected on a beginner mission when she first started. The tank eyed her dagger and began to laugh, bending down holding his knee with one hand as he howled. Tears were in his eyes as he looked back up.<strong>“You have got to be joking me, a level 3 dagger, Im a level 46, fox. If that’s your only weapon your dead in three seconds. Just hand over the money and I only hand you over to the demon hunter, you may have a change with him if he doesn’t behead you first.”</strong>Araya growled and stood her ground. The merriment left the tanks eyes as he swung his sword over his shoulder in a battle stance.<strong>“Very well then…”</strong>Araya waited and watched for her opening.<br/><br/>Once the tank started moving she sprang into action and jumped disappearing and reappearing behind him in a crouched position. With a quick flick of her dagger she slash through the leather of his pants at the muscle behind his knees and watched him fall hard to the ground. She smiled down at him and was about to flee. She didn’t see the tanks two friends till the mage’s spell hit her and she flew into the stone build of the pub with a sickening thud. She didn’t move for a moment, the blackness slowly clouding her vision. Like a thick blanket she couldn’t move, her body felt so heavy and weightless at the same time. Was this death? Was this what those men from the video saw when their heath started to drop? Did it matter? What was she leaving behind? She couldn’t die, she wasn’t ready, was she? She then herd an annoying beep and cracked her eyes open and saw the most beautiful thing in the world. 16HP. She dropped to 16 life points left. She had to get out of there, if she wanted to live. She struggled to sit up and used the building to support her, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion and her ears were muffled. She stood there a moment and tried to gather her wits about her. Movement in the corner of her eye, told her the tank was up and being helped by his friends and he was not happy she was not dead yet. She tried to faze again but only moved a few feet and feel to her knees. Her eyes found Durien and a look of helplessness crossed her face, like a scared wounded animal would look at a predator. Just then she herd the pull of a bow string and knew the ranger was aiming at her. Tears welled in her eyes as she smiled at Durien and blew him a kiss with her two fingers as the tick of the string being released and knew this was it. The world went quite for her and she tried to find something to hold onto when she went and found the hunters eyes the only thing she could focus on.<br/>