Back in Aspheri - Open - (Gabriel)

"Don't try me Shadow." Be'lakor spoke, his voice had not faltered. He stood practically 4 foot higher then Shadow. "Again this is a serious issue. Getting angry will not solve anything." Be'lakor was not yet annoyed or enraged, so he would talk this out.

Shadow crouched low in a fight position, the pain in her broken arm lost in the possession.
"Do not try the ruler of Aspheri," She snarled. Her voice seemed to be echoed by another, lower, growling tone, seeming to echo from the from the very shadows of the room.

Be'lakors could not stop his lips from twitching into a smirk, the idea of one so small posing a threat to him was humorour (don't take offense, he's 10 feet tall lol.) Be'lakor stood his ground, he was not afraid of Shadow, he was her protector, and he would do his job.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bart yelled out, going in between the fighters and pushing them away from each other with his clawed hands. "This is no time to be doing this! Be'Lakor, stop being arrogant towards the ruler of Aspheri. And you, Shadow, I thought you would be able to have more control over your emotions than that." Bart let out a relived sigh. "C'mon, you're right; you do need the room. Let's go."

Shadow snarled at Bart, lunging at him with a head-height flying kick. She had stopped thinking like a human. The demon was in control of her actions. The only emotions were hatred, and the hatred was directed towards both Be'lakor and Bart.

Bart's arm flipped out at his side, blocking the kick at his side. He instinctively gripped at the ankle, whipping his other arm around it. He blocked the leg right under his arm, and swiftly turning around, he knocked Shadow's stability foot, and threw her forwards. Bart's hands grabbed the leg tightly, and even though it seemed like an offensive attack, Bart knew exactly what he was doing. He had trained in Kraferric martial arts with time, and had nearly experienced expert-level counters.
Bart slammed Shadow down onto the ground on her stomach, curling the gripped leg behind her back and pinning it to her body using one arm, and grabbed Shadow from behind by her neck. He placed one foot on which he shifted his weight onto Shadow's back, curling his unused leg around Shadow's second leg, in an attempt to prevent her from moving any further.
"Da** it! Get back to yourself, Shadow!" he yelled, snarling at the demoness. His red eyes flickered fiercely, but Bart concentrated on his friend's form, knowing that if Shadow got into a fully demonic form, everything would go downhill. Whilst if only he went into a demonic crisis, Shadow would know exactly what to do. Bart's mind raced, knowing that he didn't have his silver bracelets to calm him down if ever needed.

Shadow yelled out as she found herself on the ground, her breath coming out in rapid gasps. Her broken arm was trapped beneath her, and it would seem to have been re-dislocated, but her eyes were still red, and she continued to struggle furiously against Bart's hold.

Bart kept his grasp tight and locked, showing no pity. He glared down at the demoness, hoping that bodyguards wouldn't come out right now and threaten him. Bart tried not to cut Shadow or himself with his overly long, black claws. His breath was calm, but his mind was panicking.
"C'mon, Shadow..." he quietly hummed to himself.

"This is interesting." Be'lakor said, looking at the door. His true sight flickered on, as he darted to the door, leaping up and slamming both doors shut using his demonic strength. Be'lakor leant against the door, slamming the large block of wood down to seal it.

Shadow still struggled, but slowly, she began to relax. She still breathed rapidly, more with the pain than anything else. As the door slammed, her stuggles were renewed. The demoness growled low in her throat, attempting to throw the Kraferr off her back.

Loud thumps started hammering on the door behind Be'lakor, who was having no trouble keeping it closed. A gaurds voice resonated through the room. "We heard the Princess scream! What is going on in there!?" When he got no answer, the gaurd repeated what he had said. Be'lakor replied to him the second time. "Trust me, you don't want to come in here."

Bart's grip loosened slowly as Shadow calmed down. "That's it... Relax," he murmured, before stepping off Shadow's back, expecting to be scolded at as he took a few steps away and sat, staring at Shadow. He kept his own face calm, his red eyes glistening slightly past the curtain of brown hair that fell over them.

As soon as Bart relinquished his hold on her, Shadow leap up, launching another kick at the Kraferr, her eyes still gleaming red. Behind her lask, her face was contorted into a snarl of hatred, the only emotion her father had truely felt, and now it had taken over nearly all humanity in her mind.

This kick took Bart by surprise and hit him directly to the side of his head. By reflex, he had managed to slightly topple over in the same direction of the kick, lowering the damage given. He flipped onto his hands and feet, spitting out a streak of blood from his mouth as he snarled at Shadow. He tensed as he heard his inner demon try to persuade him to give up, and his head jerked to the side in an attempt to get the voices out of his head. His tail lashed at the air, swirling in a whip-like manner.
"Rargh, Shadow!" he shouted, "Will I have to break your other arm to calm you down?!"

Be'lakor darted from the door, getting Shadows arms in a lock behind her back, he did not do anything to her legs, as he was 10 feet tall. "You will not attempt to harm her, i can not allow it Bart." Be'lakor's voice boomed over the kraferrs yells.

Shadow fought desperately against Be'lakor's hold, trying to kick out at him. The pain in her arm was agonising, but she was ignoring it. The human side of her mind was trying to break out of the demonic possession, but the possession was getting stronger.

Bart growled at Be'lakor, standing up straight before patting his arms and crossing them on his chest. He huffed and turned his head, not bothering to look at both of them, before muttering cold words back at the daemon prince.
"Like if I would want to deliberately hurt one of my friends..." Bart hissed, "Don't think of me like that, Be'lakor." Bart took a few steps closer to the prince, pointing one finger at him. "But you better not harm her neither, or else I swear you'll make a good bonfire."
He turned his head to the struggling Shadow, lowering his eyes just afterwards. He approached Shadow, lifting his eyes again, to hers, but stood silent nonetheless.

"You also have a demonic side, Kraferr. There are times you will not be in control." Be'lakor snapped back, not relinquishing his hold on Shadow. "You will find i am not so easy to burn, also." Be'lakor added, tightening his grip around Shadows wrists.

The pain from Be'lakor's grip on her broken arm gave Shadow's human side something to hold onto, something to use to break the demonic control. She slumped against Be'lakor briefly, getting her breathing back to normal before she looked up at Bart with violet eyes, although the violet was still slightly tinted by red.
"You can let me go now," Shadow said in a quiet, pained, voice.

Bart listened to Be'lakor, but did not answer in any way, as he invited to help Shadow stand up by lending her a gentle hand. His tail had curled around his leg, and tightened around the trousers. Be'lakor's words were true, and he knew it well. A demonic side... He didn't see anything of me yet...

Be'lakor released his grip on Shadows arms, stepping back to allow her room to move. He was still watching her, and he was close enough to restrain her again if he needed to. "Now, i think we are expected in Merthras...you have enough time to calm down." Be'lakor smiled at her, releasing the lock on the door.

Shadow nodded, tiredly turning round to face a couple of guards that had burst into the room as soon as Be'lakor had unlocked the door.
"It's ok, I had a little problem with my temper," She assured the guards, who then bowed deeply and left to return to their posts. The princess then turned to Bart and Be'lakor.
"We had best start preparing..."

"Sure," Bart answered, nodding quickly once at Shadow. He glanced at Be'lakor and turned his head away, frowning. His tail slashed out and coiled around his arm, pulling it back against his body as he sighed and forcedly detached the tail with his other arm. "We have about a day to prepare. Gives us almost enough time."

"I do not need anything, i am ready." Be'lakor stated, as he sat down on the chair he had brought in after the war had ended. He slumped back on it, glancing up at the ceiling, closing his eyes. "So, we go back to the world of ice tomorrow, Shadow, signal me when you want the prince dead, how you signal me will need to be decided." Be'lakor coughed, clearing his throat.

Bart rolled his eyes at Be'lakor, sighing quietly. Be'lakor acted too much like one of those serious assassins from Bart's eyes. But Bart stood quiet, otherwise saying nothing and waiting for Shadow to lead him to the room. Bart sat down to wait, looking up at both of them, one visibly taller than the other.