<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9ce98617e7caea3944f7056e038c845a/tumblr_od84mliuPi1vdaxzpo7_250.gifv)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kaspian Herondale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356305#msg16356305)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute -> Container Ship<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Investigating the Song of Demeter<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Melody Fairchild-Harrow, Kaleigh "Leigh" Keo, Michael Brightstar<br/><br/><hr/>Battle with the demon was a mutually frustrating experience for Kaspian. He had intensely trained for two thirds of his life on how to strike, grapple and use blades—but that was mostly against bipedal creatures that followed concepts of physics and inertia. Demons were like the Road Runner, they just either didn’t understand they were supposed to move a certain way or didn’t care. When you parry with your blade, hack at his elbow to open up his guard and flow into a spinning elbow that should have shattered his…its? throat, you sort of expect a certain reaction.<br/><br/>Sure, the demon isn’t going to applaud your well executed moves, but at least there could be some kind of reaction. Nope, its plan, bend its neck in a way that would cripple everyone else in the room and carry on like you don’t matter. There may have also been some kind of language barrier. Kaspian wasn’t so arrogant as to believe that all demons spoke English, he just sort of thought they had some magical universal translator thing going on.<br/><br/>Maybe it was just dumb?<br/><br/>Whatever. Leigh took up the fight. She was kinda cool to watch in battle. He never learned to fight with a weapon in each hand, even after countless Drizzt novels making it sound amazing. Getting to Michael was more important than needing to be one of the people that landed the killing blow or anything. The demon’s shriek communicated its displeasure. It had this gross wet quality to it. “Say it, don’t spray it dude.” he called out to it as he was assessing Michael’s condition. Yup, still not a doctor—other than ‘hurt badly seven times’ he had no clue. He wasn’t sure if it understood his taunting, he was just doing his bit to distract it for Melody and Leigh.<br/><br/>He could feel the hatred directed back upon himself even if he wasn’t facing the demon. It didn’t matter, he could take the hits as long as he could heal Michael. He had no idea how much healing the runes he was quickly inscribing on Michael would heal. Some of it was this being new. He was sure some ‘head of the faction/family’ type could put the exact same rune down and it would be more effective. He noticed how pale Michael’s skin was. Did healing regenerate blood or was Michael going to have to eat iron rich foods and raisins?<br/><br/>Question for next class. Glad that his fellow ShadowHunter was no longer leaking precious fluids, Kaspian felt it may be time to retreat to the helicopter before the ship got tired of complaining it was going to blow up and just went ahead and did it. That’s when he felt the claw at his left shoulder trying to take a chunk out of him. That was when he also smelled the fetid breath of the thing. They don’t warn you about that in fight class. His head swam and his knees buckled. What a shitty way to go out, fucken halitosis attack.<br/><br/>Shaking that off, he spun, drew his blade and attacked in one motion. Melody was here and had Michael. Brilliant. Amazing. He wasn’t sure how deep his blade cut in or if Mr. Demon had guts that would just spill out. He did notice it was moving slower. Which was good. Visions of beating the demon to the helicopter and it taking off just as the cacophony reached its crescendo and took said demon to a watery grave flashed in his mind. In order to help further that cinematic narrative, he decided to take advantage of an opening that Leigh provided and just thrust at the side of the kneecap.<br/><br/>“Ok we should totally run now.” he said needlessly and joined his team trying to escape this ship. Dammit, he never got to inscribe the rune on it. Oh well, next time.