<strong>Name;</strong>Zam Sharrow<br/><strong>Location;</strong>the streets of Everesta<br/><strong>Time;</strong>just after midnight<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Kei Kyouki, rest o' y'all peeps<br/><br/>Mostly Zam had been standing in shock, watching Kei cleave through the demons around her, and the more desperate battle with the demon lord as a backdrop. The pain in his shoulder had transformed to a dull ache, which was somehow worse than the knot of fire it had felt like before.<br/><br/>The Balor roared again, spreading its wings and throwing its arms wide. A tornado of fire made its ravening way down the street, consuming demonic corpses, building facades and at least one PC. He stared at the wall of flame. Kei, too, had paused to gape.<br/><br/>Something tugged at the corners of his mind.<em>Move</em>, it said.<em>Get going</em>. He looked back at Kei. Without really thinking it through, he was preparing a shadowjump and stumbling towards her. He grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist, grimacing as the pressure on the arrow sent a lancet of pain through his shoulder. "This might be uncomfortable," he murmured in her ear. "I'm not sure; I've never taken a passenger before."<br/><br/>The inferno was creating a convenient cluster of shadows in every nearby alleyway; all he had to do was choose one. They fell through the nether, the tornado's fury passing over and through them without effect.<br/><br/>They re-entered the world a few metres away from where they'd left it, behind the firestorm. Zam released the warrior woman, hand reaching for his shoulder again as he stepped back. Why did he keep doing shit like this around her? He cleared his throat. "Sorry about that... I hope you didn't mind."