The witch can't help but to shake her head as the woman with the over-sized sword makes her way up to the top of the wall. Talk about dominance issues. She could probably use a loving mistress of her own to help her cope with those... and judging by the way Aquila has been staring her down, the witch would bet a night of servitude that the fighter would be just the woman for the job.<br/><br/>But speaking of jobs... they need to be focusing on their job as members of the society now. The people here are having a demon problem, and the witching hour is supposed to be the time when the barriers between planes are weakest. Meaning that if they're going to see any activity, now is the time to do it... and the thought actually does have the witch woman intrigued as they make their way up, up the crumbling old stairs to stand on top of the watch-post on the wall.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Now, Sheraile has never been one to get vertigo- after all, she herself has long since learned to take the wind's breath away and use it to fly- but her stomach still goes looping back onto itself when she looks out over the endless blackness off the "edge of the world." Somewhere, down in that blackness, the Rough Beast sleeps... and somewhere up closer, demons roam and fight to release him.<br/><br/>But that somewhere doesn't seem to be here. As far as the witch woman can tell, the night is completely calm; hell, some of the guards further down the wall have found time to amuse themselves by playing music and cards. And of course, Ms. Big-Shot herself is standing like a statue, glaring out into the darkness as if to somehow threaten the night itself.<br/><br/>An hour passes... two... and still nothing. Not even an imp or a puff of brimstone. Finally, the witch-woman gets sick of waiting, and walks over to peer down deep into the blackness below the wall.<br/><br/>"Oi. Alright, Miss Boss Lady Person, I'm starting to think you and your local guards have this like you said. I don't have the patience to try and attack the darkness in order to pro-"<br/><br/>With a yelp, the witch-woman dives away from the corner of the wall as four large, angry looking demons come spiraling up from the blackness, hoisting polearms made from the bones of fallen humanoids. There is no warning, no time... just four shapes, and an explosion of flame...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Demon Fireball</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sheraile Reflex: 32 (18+14)<br/>Captain Reflex: 1+12 (13)<br/>Aquila and Sheraile take 7 fire damage, while the captain takes 14.</div></div><br/>=====Round 1=====<br/><br/>Huffing angrily, the witch prepares to defend herself from the devils' attacks as best she can... but first, she has to make sure that she's well and truly ready to become the center of some demon's attention. Motioning for Aquila to be careful, Sheraile pulls out a small vial of golden colored liquid; a potion with transformative properties, distilled with a spark of her own thoughts. As she quaffs the potion, time seems to slow down a bit, and the woman begins to see the little details much more clearly... ((Drinking INT+ Cognatogen))<br/><br/>With a defiant roar, the captain of the guards rushes forward, challenging the demons as they descend towards the wall. In the distance, other men echo her cry- perhaps other raiding parties have begun to breach as well?- but all that Aquila and Sheraile can focus on is the fight in front of them. And even as the big woman's blade flashes down, biting into one of the smaller demons' forearms, the big demon makes a bee-line towards the Aquila, brandishing a burning sword. The captain, in the meantime, finds herself surrounded by another two... Leaving Sheraile with a single demon, who closes in on her with lust burning in his eyes and his tongue lolling over his lips.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ok, lots going on here. The Captain does a solid hit against one of the three smaller demons, and gets hit twice in return. She's looking pretty hurt right about now, but not nearly down. <br/><br/>Aquila manages to evade the burning sword easily; like playing keep-away with an angry child. He doesn't even come close. <br/><br/>Sheraile takes 12 points of damage, and must make a DC 15 Fort Save (Rolled a 19+8, for a total of 27) to avoid catching the Grey Pox from the demon's sword. <br/><br/>Aquila's opponent looks like a miniature balrog- only 8 feet tall, but wielding a flaming longsword in one hand and a burning shield in the other. The other three look kind of like leprous lizardfolk, with their skin hanging away from their bodies and a noxious scent coming off their polearms. <br/></div></div>