Àtahsaia attacked first. It lunged forward at the dark haired youth with its claws aimed to pierce through his skull. To its surprise, the youth did not attempt to dodge. Rather as soon as its claws were within range, he reached out and smacked it away to deflect the attack. Before the beast could comprehend what had just happened, Dean grabbed the deflected hand and pulled forward harshly, at the same time throwing a kick at the creature's lower torso. By the time Àtahsaia realized it, the ground was already right before its eyes. It crashed down heavily, its own momentum carrying it on to scrape a ridge through the forest floor. Rising back to its feet, the demon glared viciously at the one who had humiliated it in such manner, while inwardly wondering how he possessed such immense strength. At the time of its summoning, its summoner had not failed to impart on it knowledge about the two things that could threaten its existence: Exorcists and Hunters. Since its summoner was u

Every living creature feared death on an instinctual level. Sentient or not, an organism would always take steps that would ensure its life, its kind remained in existence. Death was the enemy of life. Death was unavoidable end of all things that lived and breathed. Death... was standing right before it. It was everywhere around the boy, clinging to him in the form of a noxious semitransparent cloud of dark smoke. Nothing could exist in the presence of death, especially things that represented life. Like warmth. The temperature in a wide area of the entire forest dropped like a stone in a river. Small layers of chilly fog began to formulate near ground level. The night dew slowly turned to frost on the leaves and rocks around. The forest plant life had not gotten off easy either. The ground around where the boy stood was entirely devoid of any green matter. Any thing that even a wisp of that deathly miasma touched, shriveled up near instantly. But what probably stood out the m

Àtahsaia was confused. First the Hunter had been barely able to match its strength. Then he unleashed this terrifying power that nearly killed it with a single strike. After that he had become weaker for sometime. But now here he was easily being able to keep up with itself even with the boost that witch's soul had granted it. Just what was this individual planning? Dean deflected a swipe of the demon's large hand and landed three slashes on its arm, shoulder and face in quick succession. With each hit he had increased his power but it had still not been enough to pierce the demon's tough hide. Although he had felt a slight depression in its skin on that last strike. 'It shouldn't take much now.' He leapt back to avoid the raging stream of flame it spat out in return. When the breath of fire ended, he was gone. But Àtahsaia knew better than to assume he would retreat so easily. A lance of flames formed within its have and it swung backwards to block the curved blade of shadow

When faced with imminent threat, the automatic response of every sentient creature would be either flight or fight. This was a reaction that could not be overcome without the presence of an extreme amount of self control. Even a weak rat would struggle to mount a resistance against the hungry cat that sought its demise, hence the phrase. But in the occasion that the opponent, the predator was so far above the prey on the food chain that any form of resistance would be futile, what then? The skinwalkers chose to fight. Bad choice. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted another approaching from what might have looked like his blind spot. His right hand snapped backwards and grabbed the skinwalker's head in a vice-like grip. A second later, the body collapsed, its center of control gone with the wind. Two more dashed forward, dark magic swirling around their hands. Their blasts vanished an inch before his skin to their immense dismay. Before they could retreat, he swi

Under the nonstop pressure the black sphere was emitting, the walls of the cavern were forced to give. Fortunately the cavern had been located just below the surface of the mountain, which meant that there was not much thickness to the earth on one side of the hollow formation. Within seconds, the cavern exploded outwards under the pressure. From an outside view, it looked like a mine charge had detonated from within the mountain. The quake from the explosion shook the entire mountain slightly since the whole structure itself was fairly small. Dislodged debris in the form of large rocks and landslides wrecked some parts of the forest below. In the middle of the newly formed 'cave', an inhumanly large figure pushed itself off the ground to stand on its two feet. Standing at over twenty feet, the creature towered over most land animals. The moonlight fell on its body and illuminated its bizarre appearance. Finally able to dig himself out of the rubble, Michael received the u