Jurai had to smile at the cute young girl as she scrambled for her hat, his face breaking into a grin for the first time in days. "No such luck, I'm afraid." he replied as she asked if he had not seen what just happened. He returned the same gesture she had made, a polite greeting, and nodded in approval as she spoke of her grandmother. "I thought the name sounded familiar. My father knew Joan St. Claire, he once told me that she was the only human he truly trusted. It is good to have you here Fiona." he said with a polite bow.<br/><br/>The orcish warrior looked up when he spotted Aersilae once again, nodding respectfully. "Agreed, we don't have a lot of time until they attack, so we need to plan our defense." At that moment however, when he heard the sounds of battle and spotted a horde flying demons divebomb the walls, led by the Demon General herself. He cursed. "Damn bitch, she says we have one hour and she's back ten minutes later..." Jurai quickly began barking orders to nearby soldiers and messengers, telling them to send reinforcements to the walls. "Fiona, if you share your grandmother's talents, come with me, I'm sure there will be plenty of wounded on the walls. Aersilae, can you could deal with those fires, and the demons setting them? I need to go hold the walls."<br/><br/>The huge, muscled orc then took off in a startlingly fast sprint, ascending the nearest tower and bursting out onto the battlements. Immediately, he spotted the General and her force massacring the archers on the wall, but he knew more would arrive soon, and not all the ones here were dead yet, a skilled healer could still save some of them. His eyes quickly scanned his foes, and spotted two demons working the crank to raise the gate. In a flash, he had pulled two daggers from his belt, flinging them with such deadly precision that they were imbedded in the demons' necks before they even noticed he was there.<br/><br/>Drawing his sword, which looked like an exceptionally long katana, probably closer to a nodachi, Jurai growled at Shizuru. "I have to wonder how you've won countless battles. Do you talk your foes to death? Because you certainly seem to be in love with the sound of your own voice. Shut up and fight, demon whore." he spat upon the ground near Shizuru's feet, his expression one of utter contempt. He readied himself, raising his blade into a ready stance, studying the winged demoness' every move. To say he was eager to slay the woman who had butchered so many of his kind was a massive understatement. He was elated at this opportunity.