She turned to her shadow, and there was nothing that he could do. He power of his swing was making his body continue forward. He watched as they passed through each other, and he felt her behind him. He started to turn around, but her felt her on his back right away. He tried to reach her, but she was tight to his body, and his he could not get a grip on her strong enough to pull her off. He felt her fangs bite down into his flesh, and he could tell that she was marking him. He just about growled at the thought of him being someone else's. He was about to reach over his back and grab a handful of hair and just start pulling her off his body when he felt her leave. He knew that it was not by her choice, and he looked back to see a mass of people at his door looking in on them both. There was a guy there that he did not know, but he was giving out orders like he was higher then everyone else. He told someone to clean him up, but when that demon came to him, he punched the demon right in the face. The sound of snapping broke the air and the face of the demon was sure to be... broken to say the least.<br/><br/>"I don't let others clean me." He turned, feeling the blood run freely from both of his wounds. He turned back to both her and the male with power, and gave a look that it was not over.<br/><br/>(Nope, its good. I was kind of thinking something like that should break apart this little brawl.)