<strong>Name;</strong>Zam Sharrow<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Everesta<br/><strong>Time;</strong>Just after midnight<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>oh hey you guys<br/><br/>Zam watched the chevaleuse go to work on the towering demon, leaning against the corner of the alleyway. His breath felt ragged; he wondered if he'd done any more damage to himself when he'd grabbed her. Could be traces of the poison floating round his system. A smile started to spread across his face. She was pleasant to watch, in nothing but what appeared to be an armoured nightdress, doing her level best to decapitate the demon (as long as he was very far away). Maybe there'd be time later to see what lay where. The fact that she hadn't murdered him horribly yet said something... or so he liked to think. He should probably ask her name at something.<br/><br/>Something twinged against his more ethereal senses. Something was wrong. The demon was gathering power - too much. The creature began to glow from within, swiftly becoming blindingly bright in the darkness of the pre-dawn. It detonated, sending an air blast down the street, smacking into the masonry. Several of the already-weakened buildings collapsed - including the one he was leaning on.<br/><br/>He dived into the street, but his legs were still trapped under the rubble. Unbroken, but bruised and immobile. He groaned, and looked back in time for a chunk of stone to knock him cold.<br/><br/>Blackness.