Message #39088

[The Host]

 A cry of pain came from the pile of rubble and dust where a tunnel had previously stood. Crioone's feet touched down to the ground first as she ran towards the rocks to aid Nara. Taverna's body landed on the other side of the rocks, his hands moving quickly throwing boulders away. Crioones claws dug into the rocks, and as the tightened her claws, the rocks shattered, the small shards of stone falling away harmlessly.
 Suddenly Taverna's shout was heard by Crioone, and as Crioone looked up hopefully, she was quickly shocked and full of hate. The red coloured deamon had his bloodred hand grasping Taverna's arm, the claws digging in quickly. Taverna's un-attacked hand dole out quick and powerful punches to the deamon, but they seemed to tak no effect. Crioone leapt over the rocks, taking the red deamon by surprise, and ended his life with a quick cut to the neck.
 Taverna dropped to the ground, his arm now completely useless. Crioone lowered her head, looking at Taverna with sadness in her eyes.
 "Go back to... saving Nara," said Taverna, his voice quiet. Crioone nodded, turning back slowly, then working quickly.
 As the last few rocks slowly dissappeared, Nara's body could be seen, crushed and crippled. Crioone pulled her out quickly, but the damage had been done.
 Crioone dragged her companions into the shadows, staying their for quite a while, trying to recover.

 But they were being watched the whole time by the dark black eyes of the still quite alive gray coloured deamon. The countdown to death was on.