Feala chuckled, then shook her head. "I do not believe I have such a right." She replied, returning Ragnafats smile with a slight shrug. "Afterall. They are more your prey than mine. You should have the honour of alerting them to our presence."

She took a slight step back, signalling that she was willing to wait for Ragnafat to make the first move, her smile still in place. This was, technically, the Demons own, rather personal battle. She and Reiyn simply acted as minor allies, merely as.sisting the Lord with his plans and ambitions. Not that Feala would have it any other way, she enjoyed working under the Demon Lord, the promise of his success and eventual rule providing the perfect objective for her loyalty.

Over by Ragnafats other side, Reiyn glanced towards the Lord, making a disgruntled "tch" sound in the back of his throat. "Naturally, my Lord." He replied, his eyes on the cave. Despite how he felt about the Demon, Reiyn remained truly loyal. It was Ragnafat, afterall, who granted him the ability to control the darkness. He owed his Lord, whether he liked it or not.

"Funny. How you can think you know someone, only to be proven wrong time and time again."

Both Feala and Reiyn started at the voice both of them recognised. Turning on their heels, both Vampire and Necromancer glanced towards the trees that lay behind them, their eyes focusing on the silver haired form stood against one of the huge trunks, her crimson eyes narrowed and dangerous.

Ragnafat didn't allow the voice to surprise him, as he felt little need to worry about anyone of late, but he drew his blade, the scimitar made of a pure purple element embued with the power of darkness, "Who are you and what do you want? I plan on dealing with my business swiftly and moving on to bigger plans, do you choose to attack or hinder us? or leave us to play with our toys? either way will be easy for us to deal with."

Ragnafat's voice was dark, deeper than usual, the empowerred armour already allowing him to tap into his true necromancer abilities. The swirls were harsher now, jagged lines branching of in random directions, the patterns having a mind of their own rather than being controlled, already the armour looked like it could, on it's own, kill.

((I know, crappy post.))

Sumnor had caught the demons scent, flitting out, stopping near Rene, "Well then, what's with this little get together we've got goin' on here then? Oh Reiyn, I knew you were a traitor, if only I'd acted on that earlier..." Dryac saw Sumnor flit and followed him, Dryac only running as he caught up with Sumnor towards the end of his talking, "Oh, Reiyn, I'm dissapointed... You shouold know I never wanted to kill you, I was looking to be your friend." Dryac transformed, his height growing by at least two foot yet again, his body becoming a lot more muscular and coverred in dark black fur, the scissors still in his pocket making a sliver streak down his right side.

Niele only stirred when Dryac moved, following him after a minute or two, standing just behind Dryac's shoulder, her hand on the dagger that was constantly strapped to her belt, "Well... This just doesn't look like fun at all, who's going to start the fight first? That's an answer I look forward to getting the answer to."

Abadon had been sleeping in the forest, still preferring to sleep in the wild, he stood at the sounds of the voice, following them to stand just below Rene, "Well this is one I didn't expect to happen so soon... or so abruptly."  Xaphan dropped from his tree branch, landing on his feet, cracking his knuckles, not letting his anger take control, "let's just get this over with."

Sumnor's hands immediately began to glow a bright, seering blue, as the hatred he felt towards his enemies became apparent on his features, a snarl appearing as he hissed slightly. The blue light began to form into a large ball of light in each palm of his hands, crackling with the raw psychic energy they emmitted, "Dodge this you piece of crap." Sumnor's eyes were dark as he hurled the first of the balls of energy at the group, aiming for Feala.

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Dryac fell onto all fours as Sumnor tangled with Ragnafat, cannon balling himself into one of the skeletons, starting his own little wrestling match, throwing punches and gnashing with his teeth, attempting to get hold of a bone he could snap, trying to dismantel the skeleton piece by piece.

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Niele chuckled as Dryac bounded into one of the skeletons, her hand going to her belt and unclipping the long, black whip, letting it unfold as her eyes settled on Reiyn, she unleashed a heavy attack with the whip, aiming it towards the eyes of Reiyn, hoping to blind the target she had chosen.

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Abadon watched the scene with little interest, he knew they had it handled, and chose to lean on a tree and watch, waiting until he was truly needed, as getting involved at the current time would be pointless. He leant on the tree, crossing his arms, looking down at the two sheaths attacked to the belt he wore, holding his two katanas, which he used quite often in battle such as this.

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Xaphan launched himself at one of the skeletons, deciding it made more sense to get rid of these idiotic things, he ended up wrestling with the being, grapping at the armour, beginning to tear it off piece by piece, "I'd say I was going to kill you, but it looks like someone already got there."

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Ragnafat remained stationary, only moving to avoid the brunt of the energy blast, deciding to wait for someone to choose to instigate a battle with him. He stood, crossing his arms, the armour convulsing slowly, the patterns not as angry as before.