<div align="center"><em>Fuck me... </em></div><br/>It felt a little he was running the gauntlet, the appearance of one meant it would bring more. The kiss on his cheek was nothing but a distraction, his hand moving to pull the dagger from his sheath which extended out two feet to its full length. The rune blade had been a gift from his father, but like any gift from Hades, there was a catch. She was already bloody, her scent was in the air and that would bring in much more after her.<br/><strong>"Shut up and stay alive, hold on to my arm." </strong><br/><br/>The blade was shoved into the earth, acting as a focal point.<em>I can turn up the earth also motherfuckers...</em>A diabolic smirk spread across his lips as cracks in the earth formed and spread in the general vicinity like a spider web. The hairline cracks widened and the temperature around them spiked dramatically as flame shot out of the under world itself to incinerate some of the over sized beasts roaches as the swarmed in on the both of them. Channeling his energy into the blade, he made the flames shoot higher and faster to drag the dead creatures into his father's domain. A chuckle escaped his lips, this night was not turning out so bad after all but his endurance was draining  from using the blade without proper preparation.<br/><br/>