Thread: Within A Curse ( High Fantasy / BDSM )  (Pazzo x Ironic)

Just as Zeke began to attempt to dive into the wall of force, his eyes grew wide, what was this man trying to do? His mouth opened, shouting at him, a random force striking him and hitting directly in the chest. It knocked the wind out of the demon, causing him to immediately be taken with the strong force, dragging him down to be met with the hard and cold ground. A small crater was underneath him, funny how a mortal could do such damage like this. Gripping at his now aching head, he staggered up to his feet, glaring at Arch for hitting him. Next time he will be quicker so this won't happen again. Was that honestly all you got? It's not nice to call us 'demon fucks', you know that? Smirking, the three other's joined him, there face twisting in the same as his. I will admit, you will be a tough opponent, but not tough enough for us to bring you down. Tilting his neck from one side to another, an awful cracking sound echoed, enough to make someone skin crawl. Fixing all of his focus on Arch, he rolled his shoulders, readying himself for another blow if it came to that. There will be no more further discussion in regards to our visit. You know what you did. I advise that you surrender and make things easier for the both of us. If not, I have no problem in resulting into a bloody battle. Not waiting for a response from the man, in sequence, the demons spread their bat-like wings and rose up from the ground. Their wings flapped, the debris from the ground being tossed in the air like dust. Instead of saying his words out loud, his mind connected with the other's, barking orders. Telepathy, a magic that came in handy, especially in a time like this. I will get him head on, making him get distracted by me to give you guys some time. I want the rest of you to go in different directions and attempt to grab him. You know how much Mistress Mirajane hates to wait. Lets go! And with his last command, they all sprung into action. Their short black hair whipped around against the stinging wind, their red eyes glimmering against the light of the stars above their head. Their wings were thin, making it almost inaudible to the ear a great plus to have when sneaking up on someone, especially in this situation. Zeke continued his path directly towards Arch, his claws extended and his teeth showing. He wanted to savor this moment. Mistress Mirajane said nothing about bringing him back unharmed, now did she? The three other agents divided up, swirling around in the air before picking their own path. One aimed at his left side, one at his right, and one straight for his back. Each went at different speeds, allow Arch and his artifact to have little time to react to each blow. Zeke bellowed, already so close to him, close enough to touch, until Max got in the way, the large heaping lump of metal slammed into his stomach, causing him to wince in pain, but that alone wouldn't stop him. Just as his fingers almost touched the soft flesh on his cheek, the body guard proceeded stepped in more, causing Zeke falling on his back. His eyes searched up in the skies, seeing his fellow comrades spiraling in the air. He smiled. Everything was going to plan. Zac, the one who decided to attack from the behind, extended his hands and gripped at the man, forcefully slamming him down into the ground, his face making contact with the grass and wet soil. Enjoy eating dirt, you prick? Zeke chuckled, gripping at his stomach as his head turned to watch the amusing event unfold.