The woman gave an approving whoop as she was set down and told that she would have a perfect vantage point to continue to support the group of Demon Hunters. When he winked, well Toni leered at him and winked right back. She waved him off and settled down to reap the souls of the demons with a grand swipe of her scythe.
Murdering the demons was wonderful and for the rest of the battle, Toni was more than pleased. There was a small challenge and at one point, she felt herself picked up by her friendly doomguard (who decided she had far too much Fel for one fight) and carted to a safer location near by while he fussed. Her small frame vibrated and she tried subjugation tactics on her demon, who bonked her on the head lightly as a reminder that he was not going against her orders in the least. Just keeping her from ingesting too much and allowing her to go crazy with it.
Bodies like hers weren't made to handle the fel and not be consumed by it, let alone drain the life essence of so many demons, dragging it into her body as a method to heal any wounds. And after the Infernal Lord fell, Toni would understand why she had been dragged off from the battle.
Rokunoth carried her to the corpse surrounded by the Demon Hunter's himself, keeping a level and unamused expression on his face. They could judge him all they wanted, these silly mortals - even if they were more like a set of kin to him with the demons raging inside. Seeking out the large friend that he had saved and trusted his mistress's life with because she whined and complained that she wanted to see him.
He paused mid-step, glaring at a Blood Elf who murmured to the person next to him about perhaps putting down the poor girl and well... he bared his teeth and began moving that much more to find Zakk. Ignoring the manic giggling from the bundle in his arms, how her small frame was wracked with shudders, how little threads of green glowed under her skin and instead put forth true effort to not murder the Elf who dared say something like that.
When he found Zakk, the large demon knocked his shin with a foot and waited for him to turn around. He was sure the other would've heard the warlock's shrieks of glee a mile away anyways so he didn't think they would be sneaking up on him.
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The woman gave an approving whoop as she was set down and told that she would have a perfect vantage point to continue to support the group of Demon Hunters. When he winked, well Toni leered at him and winked right back. She waved him off and settled down to reap the souls of the demons with a grand swipe of her scythe.
Murdering the demons was wonderful and for the rest of the battle, Toni was more than pleased. There was a small challenge and at one point, she felt herself picked up by her friendly doomguard (who decided she had far too much Fel for one fight) and carted to a safer location near by while he fussed. Her small frame vibrated and she tried subjugation tactics on her demon, who bonked her on the head lightly as a reminder that he was not going against her orders in the least. Just keeping her from ingesting too much and allowing her to go crazy with it.
Bodies like hers weren't made to handle the fel and not be consumed by it, let alone drain the life essence of so many demons, dragging it into her body as a method to heal any wounds. And after the Infernal Lord fell, Toni would understand why she had been dragged off from the battle.
Rokunoth carried her to the corpse surrounded by the Demon Hunter's himself, keeping a level and unamused expression on his face. They could judge him all they wanted, these silly mortals - even if they were more like a set of kin to him with the demons raging inside. Seeking out the large friend that he had saved and trusted his mistress's life with because she whined and complained that she wanted to see him.
He paused mid-step, glaring at a Blood Elf who murmured to the person next to him about perhaps putting down the poor girl and well... he bared his teeth and began moving that much more to find Zakk. Ignoring the manic giggling from the bundle in his arms, how her small frame was wracked with shudders, how little threads of green glowed under her skin and instead put forth true effort to not murder the Elf who dared say something like that.
When he found Zakk, the large demon knocked his shin with a foot and waited for him to turn around. He was sure the other would've heard the warlock's shrieks of glee a mile away anyways so he didn't think they would be sneaking up on him.