[i]Fenrir had been fighting for some time now, and thou others were leaving and quitting, he was just getting started. He began to chase down the enemy forces, to teach them the consequences of assaulting this place of hospitality. It was then he felt it again, though different this time. He felt once more that unnatural [b]thing[/b] was in this world. He turned to it, but could not see it. Still, the flames around him grew brighter and hotter than before. He knew his duties. He accepted his responsibilities. And so, he kneeled to the ground, a pillar of fire forming around him, and another such one forming in front of the thing. He felt that this presence was much like the one he'd felt from Blackjack, and thus new this would be no easy fight. When the pillars dissipated, he was kneeling in front of it, and as he looked up at the malformed beast, and his upper lip curled once more. It had fashioned itself after some warped Angel, but he had seen Angels, and so this served only to infuriate the Wolf. He stood, taking his blade up the Yofünfire surging within him, and faced the beast.[/i] "[b]I'll assume that, like the other one that I did face this night, you are a great warrior, who once held a meaningful and powerful love for this place. Now you have come back to purge it, to bring healing through cauterization, like a fool who seeks to treat an infected limb by cutting it off with a burning weapon. So now, you have returned from whatever Hell or Purgatory you resided in and have taken some vast new power to ensure your success. However, you are different from him. You are different in that, within you, and now unleashed and taken form through you, is some foul demon. I do not call you a monster. Nor do I call your legacy a monster. I call what you have become seeking to protect this place you loved a monster, and a demon. What say you, Broken Angel?[/b]"