<div align="center"><strong>GM Post</strong></div><br/>Kaspian's stele reacted when it was brought near the symbol. The adamas began to glow, moreso than normal, and the light became so intense that it was painful to look upon directly. Simply closing one's eyes would not be enough to shield them from the light the stele was emitting, and the device itself grew very, very cold to the touch. As the symbol was broken by the application of the stele there was an intense vacuum, as though all of the air in the room was sucked out through the symbol. The sudden change in pressure was quite uncomfortable - much more intense than what happened on an airplane as it ascended. This did not last very long, however, as the symbol ignited itself, emitting an intense burst of heat and light. This burst consumed the symbol, leaving a faint ashen residue in its place.<br/><br/>The burst of heat and light from the symbol was brief - perhaps a second at most - but it would leave both Kaspian and Kaleigh with a wicked case of sunburn on their exposed skin.<br/><br/>Air rushed back into the room as equilibrium reasserted itself.<br/><br/>With the aid of the Speed Rune Kaspian and any who followed him arrived at the engine room to the demon looming over the fallen Michael. The demon held the Shadowhunter by the neck, and as the others entered Michael's Seraph Blades fell from slack hands to fall, deactivated, to the floor. The metallic clink was hidden by the sounds of alarms and whistles and the groans of protesting machinery. Before the blades blinked out they were covered with black, oily ichor, and the demon's body showed some signs of injury: Michael was not taken without a fight, but his efforts alone had not been enough to significantly harm the demon.<br/><br/>Michael's face was a mask of blood, and his left side was pierced. The wound at his side bled heavily. The Shadowhunter's chest rose and fell faintly, showing dimming signs of life.<br/><br/>He was discarded as the demon swiveled its head to regard the new arrivals. Michael's body hit the floor like a ragdoll and lay, still and unmoving, for the moment forgotten. The demon launched itself towards Kaspian and swung a slender arm that terminated in a thin hand tipped with long, glistening black claws that dripped with blood. It moved with prodigious speed, easily matching the added alacrity the Shadowhunters enjoyed from the Speed Runes . . . perhaps even surpassing it.