Dolemeck hissed in pain. His right hand was now bloodied and looking burnt. That was... impossible? Unless perhaps the sword she wielded was holy? He was not sure, but he knew she this woman had to be stopped!
"Brother, get everyone out of here!" He shouted at Derek, his voice sounding slightly demonic as his eyes went from green to red, and his black fingernails looked a bit sharper than before. He shadow ported behind the woman and tried to use his fingernails like talons, grasping her shoulder tightly and painfully with his bloodied hand. "I refuse to let you take what is not yours, woman! Not while I am still standing!"
He knew this was a gamble, his actions could backfire and he could get seriously hurt. But he was working past the pain, forcing his body to it's limits to try and protect Joyeuse, as well as everyone in this room. Derek being the most important out of all of them.
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