Releasing a guttural, beast-like roar, Mors spun in a tight circle using mana to create dark spikes, intercepting the incoming spells while Morrigan whistled in the air turning most of the incoming arrows to nothing more than toothpicks.

The few arrows that made if through Mors' defence, embedded harmlessly into the ground, however, a single arrow slammed into his shoulder causing him to roar in defiance, the glow in his eyes increasing in intensity.

After seeing the demon get hit, a smile crept onto Hal's pale face as he finally found some hope. "KEEP FIRING! he can't block them all!"

Avoiding stepping on Claire, which was a miracle at the speed he was moving, Mors rapidly rotated to block the arrows before quickly glancing downwards. "Can you run... slide...move?"

"The spear has torn through the muscles needed to move in my natural form, and I cannot change back until it's healed... plus I would be naked. You don't want all these brutish men to stare at my nether regions do you?" replied Claire as she watched Mors intently as if daring him to challenge her statement.

Mors growled as another arrow slammed into the top of his arm, blocking it from hitting Claire. "To be honest, it would be a nice distraction right about now!"

Claire smiled suggestively. "Kill them all, and I can always show you later."

Mors' stopped moving for the briefest of moments as his mind jarred. "For them.... a distraction for them!... Don't get any funny idea's mongoose bait. More importantly, WHERE THE HELL DID THE OTHERS GO?"

His momentum had all but stopped when the bandits surrounded him, just as he expected, but he thought the adepts, in their attempt to save Claire, would be able to keep them on their toes at least.

Mors looked around but was unable to see the other adepts. Giving up on the thought that they might intervene, Mors placed his foot on top of Claire's tail, next to the spear and grinned wickedly, even as another arrow skimmed past his face, leaving a bloody streak. "Fuck it... this is going to hurt."

Gritting her teeth, Claire looked Mors dead in the eye with an innocent expression. "Be gentle; it's my first time!"

His smile wavering at her comment, Mors grabbed the spear and pulled it out causing Claire to scream in pain. Throwing the bloodied spear into the closest bandit, sending him flying backwards, Mors wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled Claire to his chest before disappearing, leaving nothing but empty air and a small amount black smoke, that the incoming projectiles passed through.

They flickered back into sight a few meters away with Mors spitting out a mouthful of bright green liquid. -"Damn, even though that mana core has increased my physical strength and passive abilities, I can barely use any external spells, I doubt I will be able to use shadow step or dark spear until I get this shit out of my system."

Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.

Almost forgetting the throbbing pain that was coming from her tail, Claire's heart beat furiously, and her cheeks reddened due to her being so close to Mors. Looking up at his face, she let out a soft giggle. "You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet."

Mors briefly glared at her before dodging to the side to avoid an ice lance and a few stray arrows. "Hardly, you don't have any feet to be swept off! I need to find somewhere to ditch you, your nothing more than a hindrance."

"I am not a hindrance!" bellowed Claire as she wrapped her arms around Mors' neck and placed her head on his shoulder. Her tail, that had been dragging on the floor, nearly tripping him more than a few times as he tried to dodge, coiled around his waist and then carefully around his tail avoiding all of the razor sharp spikes.

Tightly hugging Mors, Claire raised her left hand outwards. Spirals of black and blue mana condensed just in front of her and quickly formed into a spear before screeching towards the nearest group of bandits, impaling two before exploding and obliterating another. "That's 3, 2 to me... Who's a hindrance now?"

Claire's tight embrace had caused Mors to become absent minded, only returning when he spotted a few arrows that were about to slam into her back. -"Damn it!"

The arrows were too close to use Morrigan or dodge, Clenching his jaw Mors turned around and surrounded his vital organs with a thick layer of mana just as the arrows to crashed into his back.

Letting out a pained hiss, Mors lurched towards a group of mages that were preparing spells. Morrigan horizontally slashed outwards cutting the two on the left in half while Mors let go of Claire, who by now had a firm grip on him and tore out the throat of one in the right with his scaled claw.

Without pausing, Mors flicked his hand, and Morrigan's staff turned to chains, their previous forward momentum carried them in a large arch, tearing into the few bandits that thought themselves lucky enough to be out of reach. "Counting the 13 in the woods, that's 20..."

Releasing out a soft, almost teasing hiss of her own, Claire spread both of her arms and cast a spell powerful enough to make the air crackle. Multiple blue blades, releasing black static spikes screamed towards the terror struck bandits, reducing no less than ten of them to a pile of tattered corpses. "The game started when you killed the pervert, so it's 13, 8 to me."

Pushing his confusion at the sudden spike in Claire's offensive power to the back of his mind, Mors revealed a malicious smile as he kicked off into another group. If the lamia wanted to play the game of who's the better killer, he was more than happy to put her in her place. "Challenge accepted."

Passing through the bandits as if a gust of wind, leaving nothing but dismembered bodies and the groans of the dying behind them, Mors and Claire moved through the battlefield as if they were doing nothing more than performing a majestic dance under the cold gaze of the moon as became drenched in blood.

Bruce and the other adepts had retreated into the woods and now watched from the shadows. "Monsters..." muttered Alec before getting smacked on the head by Bruce as he looked towards Alice, who watched the scene in disbelief.

"That's Claire? That's my twin sister? No... no that can't be her, she has always been weak to violence ever since our parents were murdered... that demon must have done something to her! Look at her eyes and magic. He must have forced her into a contract. That's why she has been acting so strange lately."

Alice did not want to accept that her sweet, sometimes naively innocent sister could change so quickly, or know about Mors aura's hidden effect, so started to convince herself that he was a typical demon that had somehow tricked Claire and was somehow using her. Her own reptilian eyes sharpened. "I will not allow my sister to become a toy to some demon."