Demons and Hunters in Fantastical Role Plays Posted February 25 · Report post Firion watched with awe as the one named Storm quickly dispatched of the other four that had engaged him, and despite their numerical superiority, they barely even managed to touch the swift demon that danced and slashed his way past his foes. He watched as the one named Kaine used a bewitched blade - Firion had heard of it in stories, but he had never seen one before. Those weapons were dangerous - he'd heard stories of them being turned on their users. But even the bewitched blade did not give Kaine much of an advantage against Storm. Storm must have had some sort of enchantment that made him move faster - the other demons could barely keep up with him. He debated with himself whether this target was too dangerous to take on. He'd never seen such fluid movements from any demon that he'd tracked down before. They were strong, yes, but dexterity and grace were not their strong suits. And that was why Firion had been so confident in taking them on - he knew that his speed would be superior to theirs. And yet now, he was witnessing an exception to the rule, an anomaly; Storm. While Firion was debating over his next course of action, he didn't notice that Storm had stabbed the blade into Kaine's neck, finishing off the last of his foes. Neither did he realize that his hiding spot had been compromised, until it was far too late. He felt the claws on his back before he sensed Storm's presence. "Why don't you make a smarter move than poor Kaine here and remove your hands from your weapon belt, hunter," the voice that belonged to Storm had growled. No. It wasn't an option to negotiate with demons. They would offer promises to spare your life, but that was a non-negotiable standpoint. Once someone held the power to take your life away, he would always have that power. There was no such thing as 'relinquishing' the blade on your neck once it was placed there. Firion's eyes drifted to the ground beneath his boots - loose dirt, gravel. Good, he could use that. With a swift jerking motion of his feet, he kicked against the ground with his left foot and applied magic to it. The dirt sprayed upwards into the air with surprising force, striking Storm in the face as the demon reeled back with a roar. Firion simultaneously pushed forward with his other foot, propelling himself away from Storm as he tried to spin around in the air. Due to his magic-induced weightlessness, his push sent him flying further than a normal hunter would. He propelled through the air and spun around, pulling out two knives as he tossed them at Storm. His arm reached down at his weapon belt, aiming to draw his blade in case Storm tried to close in once again.