OOC:
Sorry for taking so long ot get here... been very busy IRL... hehehehe... but here goes...

IC:
:Lemac looked to the one that was attacking her with magic. Suddenly her rose began to eminate a bright light. The bolt of magic hit Lemac with all it's might, but she didn't move or seamed damaged. She grined as she hurled her Charkram at the deamon. It glanced off the creatures shield and richoted off a few walls and retunred to Lemac's hand, with the aid of her roses magic. Lemac smield as she approced the deamon and hurled the Charkram a second time, the result was the same. Lemac seemed ot be hunting for something, not a weak sopt, the the anchor of the shileds magic. She let out a giggled when she found it. Using her the magic of the rose she began to push back the anchor and set it on top of Falcon, protecting him. With a sadictic grin and giggle, Lemac hurled the Chrakram at the deamon. Hitting it's mark and leaving a nasty cut in it's chest, Lemac pressed closer. When she was with in melee range she swung once with her flaming masamune and then it the creatures distrated state Lemac thrust with her other hand and left behind in the deamons chest a poisoned balde. The deaom reailed in pain as it removed the dagger. Lemac recalled the Chrakram and hurled it on last time, it drove into and thought the deamons neck. the head landing at Lemac's feet and the body falling back wards. She retrived the dagger and recalled once more the Chrakram. As she tunred back to face the others. Saying nothing.:


House Samporna
Frost Knights - Keeper of the Rose
"Base not your joy upon the deeds of others,
for what is given can be taken away"
-Peter Steel