Terrify Her

"It's better if it's no one getting hit..." Melody grumbled, rubbing her shoulder. "Pain is pain all the same." That was something her dad used to tell her, back when she was training to be a boxer. She wasn't sure why now of all times that memory was moving to the front and center of her head but she couldn't shake it off for whatever reason. She winced a bit, trying to force it away. But it remained all the same. Intrusive memories like that always had a habit of that.

"A shimy-what?" Mel blinked as the demon's...name? Species? was declared. She wondered if that was something she should've known or acted surprised to hear. She let out a surprised gasp just in case, still doing what she could to throw punches and distract the creature. "Oh no, that's..." She gave her ally a confused look, "Baaaaaaad? Goooooood?" She sounded out the words, trying to weigh the reaction she got before she committed to one or the other. It didn't sound that bad, honestly. Anything that shimmies couldn't be all that bad, plus it was just a clown which...while unsettling there was only so many tricks a clown could do.

It was just when she was thinking that when the chattering teeth came and began to pop with no rhyme or reason. They had fuses but they weren't in synch. Sure enough, blood splattered across Mel and while it wasn't the first time, she looked like a pissed off wet dog. She hopped back to dodge incoming swing of that axe and brushed some bloodstained hair from her face. Red wasn't the worst color, but when you had white hair and white accents on your costume...well, it had a way of staining for some time.

She wanted a shower.

She wanted to kill this thing and be done with it.

She wanted a lot of stuff.

And then it got worse. The creature split down the middle, the black tendrils lashing out as Rai moved in for a surprise attack. It slammed her partner to the ground and in the moment of panic Melody tried to rush forward, swinging a fist forward and releasing a burst of energy towards the creature. It split again, shifted and turned and then slammed her back down to the ground with the same move. She joined Rai on the floor and slowly worked herself back up to a kneel.

"Aight, so not here and not in all this blood..." Mel replied, a groan in her voice. She pushed herself to a stand and did her best to help Rai back up. She wasn't hurt just yet, bruises sure...some cuts that would probably need to be cleaned after this, but...all the same, it sucked that they had to run. She began to cautiously move back towards the hole, following along with the plan.

Melody, not missing this chance, wrapped an arm around Rai's waist, or at least attempted to, and then suddenly burst forward, not out the hole in the floor. Instead, energy building in her feet...she created her own hole in the building. She went through the wall nearest to them, bricks and debris flying around them, as she jumped from the third floor of the building out to the ground below.

"Pain is pain..." She repeated to herself, thinking of something. "Name hurts it, would that work again?" Melody asked, "And then..." Ideas were beginning to form up. "Got any silver? We'd need a lot or..." Her eyes went to gaze over the ruined landscape of a city that used to be. "I think I have an idea. Can we lure it out here?" Her eyes fixated on Rai, "Can you distract him for a little bit?"

Rai blinks for a moment. No one had ever been concerned over a reaver’s pain before, even if it was felt differently than a human’s. Pain to a reaver, although often intense was rarely ever localized and they were quite good at masking tremendous amount of it. It led to the superstition that they were incapable of pain or emotion in Dis which sadly was so far from the truth. Either way, all that would happen to Rai most of the time was pain, for Mel there was risk of worse. Rai was more than prepared to have to brave this thing’s onslaught however she was not prepared to be taken around the waist and vaulted out of a brand new window Mel had so nicely made in the side of the shimolochs lair.

Rai’s vision began to blur as the rage of battle cleared and she found herself having that awful feeling of death creeping up on her once again. Some of the blood they were trailing was definitely hers as she continued bleeding from she shoulder blade and ribs even as Mel set her down.

“Name doesn’t hurt it persay. Its name engrages it. I caught him by surprise.” Rai groans sitting in the mud for now, her movements slowing as the world spun. She was reckless as hell as usual and she was considering herself lucky for Mel’s presence. Otherwise she’d have kept bashing her head into that wall until she’d gotten herself actually killed. “I- give me a second I-“ and like that Rai was gone. Eyes fixed forward and glazed over. She looked and felt dead.

While in the twilight of consciousness, Rai thought it over. She couldn’t help but be weary of use of silver; one wrong nick could turn her to dust but then again it would prove effective against Baelfor as well. Slowly her wounds stitches themselves back together and blood almost seemed to seep itself back into the wounds. Rai suddenly looks up before stretching out her neck. “Sorry about that. I can distract him when he comes out. The good part is the greedy bastard can’t stay there forever. Shimolochs have to feed often. He’ll get hungry and have to try to kill again. However I doubt he’ll come to fight me again willingly.”

This was all a little out of Mel's wheelhouse. She had, of course, fought against demons and monsters of a magical nature, but it had never been the norm for her. Most of the villains she dealt with were empowered people through some twist of genetics or weird experiments or...she even supposed aliens from a distant planet weren't entirely uncommon these days. One of her besties was actually an alien of sorts.

Demons still felt weird though. There was always too many rules with fighting them, stipulations and conditions. It was never so simple as to just beating them up until they were defeated. Couldn't lock them up in a cell either, normal or otherwise.

There was a moment when her ear flicked as Rai mentioned that the Shimmy guy wouldn't come to fight her again willingly. Whether she knew it or not it was a tell of hers of when her mind was racing. That did put a metaphorical wrench in her plans a bit, but maybe she could work with that. Or at least work around it. Her foot hurriedly tapped against the ground as tried to build up a little extra energy.

"I fully intend for him to leave the factory real soon!" Her hand was already balling up into a fist, the first signs of that orange kinetic energy crackling around it. She set her gaze on the building, something fierce burning in her eyes. As she spoke her foot was still tapping away. "Hey, you got a pretty good sense of like...where these beasts are generally, right? That's how you knew it was here, yeah?" She asked, for a moment those eyes flicked to Rai, a grin forming on her face.

"We should be fine, I don't think people would want to settle too closely around the factory, not with folk going missing, ya know? But could you double check if you can? No worries if not, but it'd help ease my head a lil bit." She was already crouching down. readying herself for some kind of leap, that orange energy now crackling down her legs and to the ground around them. She had something planned alright.

"Hold off on the distraction actually, instead, be ready to just fuck up one surprised ass demon."

Rai shakes the mud from her horns and stands, looking back toward the spire of a factory. “Doesn’t matter where he hides, I can see him.” Rai glances to Mel, gears slowly turning, but not quite as fast as Mel’s were. With a slight tilt of her head she slips her clawed hand into her skirt pocket producing the glass figurine holding her mount. As soon as the glass hit the ground it shatters into dust and sulfur, the smoke quickly growing in size and gaining solidity as an undead stallion built for speed.

The first thing Grimorah did was barrel around and rear in the direction of the factory, his hooves pawing out in eager malice. Jagged teeth and cut lips gnashed at the bit as he fought to charge right in. “Non nune” Rai’s accent falls to an infernal language as she tugs the reins back, forcing the horse from barreling into war himself. Even as his head was pulled toward the rider he swung his back end around, kicking out in rage. A sickly green glow shined brighter from under the rotten gray skin barely stitched to his body, falling away in some places showing the flesh beneath the creeping smoke. He looked of some hell almost worse than this demon himself, however the monstrous horse stills as Rai climbs herself into his saddle and settles her weight down. “Aish, So bloodthirsty. His patience is worse than mine.”

She settles in her saddle before her mind finally puts together Mel’s plan… or at least what she thought it was. Rai had to admit, redbloods were quite resourceful. The typical reaver approach would just be to bombard the factory until the demon was overwhelmed by combatants. Then again, seeing as it managed to escape termination by reavers several times before, it was prepared for that more than it was getting its little tower of terror knocked down on top of it. She urges the horse, ducking behind buildings to find a clear lane to the factory. She has to keep her reins tight to stop the destrir from taking off all on his own just as the rain pours down harder.

The reavers skin still splashed with liquid blood, dripping from her and running down the stallion’s sides from the water. She experimentally lifts a hand glaring at the droplets running off her fingers, dyed a silvery sheen in her vision. It gave off an intoxicating sweet scent. Rai gives in, having a taste only to find that demon blood had a fine taste after all. She finds herself just as excited as Grimorah for a change, feeling herself urging for that tower to fall.