Nightshift 30: M1-10 Hallway

[stray_shinigami]

[from hereRenji slowed a little as he headed up the hallway, sweeping the ceiling with his flashlight. So far, no giant spiders. He liked that. It wasn't that he had anything against spiders; he wasn't some pansy that was afraid of a little bug. Or a big one. He just hadn't liked the feeling of getting bitten and poisoned

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[knock knock knock-ing on Daemon's doo~oor]

[stray_shinigami]

Just for courtesy's sake, he knocked. Last time he'd barged into a room, some soldier had tried to twist his head off. Which didn't bother him all that much, but Daemon seemed like the sort that might want to say hello before the punches started flying.

Re: Inside M2

[stray_shinigami]

He still landed the punch with all its intended force, but he knew instantly that something weird was happening. Daemon hadn't tried to block or get away.

He backed off quickly a couple of steps, still ready to defend himself, his eyes not leaving his opponent. He didn't say anything, not yet.

Re: Inside M2

[bastard_sadi]

His shoulder ached, but Daemon got to his feet with a low snarl, something glittering in golden eyes. "Finished already?" he taunted, already preparing himself for the redhead's next move, even as part of his mind scrambled for a reason that his magic might have failed him now.

Re: Inside M2

[stray_shinigami]

Renji gave Daemon another assessing look; he could have sworn that something wasn't quite right. But the man apparently wanted to keep up fighting, so he'd give him what he wanted.

He moved in slowly, almost lazily, feinting for a punch in the face and following it with the real punch, and undercut for the stomach.

Re: Inside M2

[bastard_sadi]

Again Daemon tried to throw up a shield and again nothing happened. The effort made the room sway dizzily for a moment, but Daemon was prepared for it this time and he swerved to avoid the following punch, though he couldn't avoid the one aimed for his midsection. He doubled over, curled around the redhead's fist, even as he snarled out a second curse.

Re: Inside M2

[stray_shinigami]

This time, even though he once again suspected something wrong, Renji showed no hesitation or mercy. He brought his elbow down between Daemon's shoulders, even as he drove his knee up into the man's chest.

Re: Inside M2

[bastard_sadi]

That was the finishing move for Daemon.

There was no blocking that, not with his senses already swimming and exhaustion and pain wearing down on his body. He collapsed against Renji, momentarily losing his hold on his consciousness as his vision flared white, then black.

Re: Inside M2

[stray_shinigami]

Renji caught the man, rather than letting him just fall to the ground. He could tell real unconsciousness from feigned. And as far as he was concerned, that was the end of things.

Daemon wasn't a small guy, but Renji was also quite strong; he half-carried, half-dragged him the couple steps to one of the room's beds. No knowing which was Daemon's, and it really didn't matter either. He rolled Daemon onto the bed into a reasonable comfortable position, then headed back over to the desk where he'd deposited his sword.

Re: Inside M2

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon was only out for a few seconds. When he came to, he felt himself being deposited on the bed, and as the hands that supported him vanished, he rolled over, his body aching, and began to cough, clearing his burning lungs.

"Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful," he wheezed out, rolling onto his side as he lifted a hand to his swelling jaw. He was going to have a hell of a lot of bruises tomorrow.

Re: Inside M2

[stray_shinigami]

Renji picked his sword back up and stuck it through through sashes. Rather than just leaving, he sat on the edge of the desk, arms crossed over his chest.

"Better now?" he asked. Which seemed dumb to ask a guy in that much pain, but there'd been a point to him beating the shit out of Daemon. Supposedly.

Re: Inside M2

[bastard_sadi]

"Brilliant," Daemon rasped, rolling back over onto his back once more and glaring up at the ceiling. He curled an arm around his midsection as he mentally probed his own body for injuries, making sure Renji hadn't inflicted anything too severe. He hadn't, but Daemon was still going to feel it for a few days.

"They did something to me."

Re: Inside M2

[stray_shinigami]

Renji laughed at Daemon's first comment. He laugh abruptly died at the second. "Like what," he said. He wasn't sure if this was going back to when they'd taken Daemon and made him fight, or something more recent. Which was... worrying.

Re: Inside M2

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon lifted a hand and stared at it, concentrating for a moment. No Black shield appeared.

"My craft's gone."

It had been there last night, he'd used it. So that left today. The span of time he'd been unconscious after the riot, perhaps? Or could they control that without physically doing something to him?

Re: Inside M2

[stray_shinigami]

Renji frowned. "Just gone?" He stood up and walked back over to Daemon, looking at him like he somehow expected there to be some physical sign.

If nothing else, in that case he figured he should probably heal the guy before he left.

But it was worrying. Really worrying.

Re: Inside M2

[bastard_sadi]

"I can still feel the webs," Daemon answered a moment later. "But the Black's no longer responding at all. No shielding, no spark. Nothing.

"Mother Night!" he cursed in frustration, curling his fingers into a fist and pounding the wall beside him. "Will they never cease meddling? As if taking my jewels didn't weaken me enough as it was, now they've taken all of it. Now I wish I'd just let go and blasted the place while I could this morning."

But he hadn't. There'd been too many innocents in that room who could have been harmed. If he'd unleashed whatever power he'd had left, he wouldn't have been able to pick and choose targets, it would have weakened what he could have done. Still, he'd done nothing, other than lose his temper. And now his magic.

Re: Inside M2

[stray_shinigami]

Even more worrying. Renji stayed silent for a moment, thinking. Maybe it wasn't permanent, but he wasn't going to offer up a false hope that might get crushed in the next couple of days. That sort of fake cheer didn't do anyone any good.

Eventually, all he said was, "That really sucks." It wasn't helpful, but he didn't have anything helpful to offer. And it reminded him that he should have been fighting this morning, and hadn't, because Sora had stopped him.