She readied a needle and thread before approaching one of the deepest cuts with another syringe.  She put in some local anesthetic before starting to sew up the gouge.  "The demons you encountered weren't normal.  They are crossover shades.  Controlled by a crossroads demon in order to punish and kill.  Unfortunately knives don't hurt hem.  Not much does."<br/><br/>After a few moments she looked up at him  "So what did you do to end up on their radar?"<br/>[/quote]<br/>Trayan smiled. "Marvels... we can talk a lot about marvels. But I take it I should be honoured you're using them on me. Thank you for that, whatever your reasons are."<br/>He didn't ask her directly. Nor did he flinch at the syringe's pricks - that he was already in more pain probably explained it - but he shuddered upon hearing her description.<br/>"I wonder who they crossed them with", he muttered. "And I've only heard about crossroads demons. Well, it does look I'm at the right path, at least..."<br/>Then he looked at her with almost clear eyes, though there was no way the nanites could have worked so fast.<br/>"Why are their reasons? Almost nothing. Getting into their realm, becoming almost-friend with one of the... leaders, I guess, because their hierarchic structures are literally from Hell... then killing a few guards and escaping with knowledge they didn't want anyone to have - something related with the time and location of their planned conquest of this realm. But otherwise, nothing! Err, you know they tend to get worked up over small issues, don't you?"<br/>He laughed this time, and it was bitter.<br/>"For that matter, I'd fully understand if you decided you don't want to have anything to do with me. Not saying I'd like it, but if you decided to refuse me hospitality from now on, I promise I'd try to draw these away. I think they can be hurt - the knife angered them, at least enough to disarm me, and unarmed attacks stopped them. So I'd try to do it, at least. It's obvious they don't want to get your people angry!"