Spinning his weapon around himself once, it became a double bladed scythe, "Executio Celeri!" He shouted aloud, as a small shockwave pulsated out around him, shattering all the ice within the area, protecting his body from the cold. "You question the power and dependability of a Grimm, you shall receive his wrath." He did not seem in control of himself, as he eyes glowed white.

Grey entered the kitchen with Nijuu at his side, and found that two plates had already been set out for them. On each of the plates was a warm, freshly baked biscuit the size of Maleficus' hand, a stack of rice and noodles, with red, orange, and green peppers cut up, cooked, and mixed in with them, with stuffed dumplings on the side. Grey helped Nijuu to her seat, and then sat down next to her, smiling warmly towards her. His father was nowhere to be seen at this moment, but his mother was resting against the counter, a happy smile covering her face.

Mawthrough shook his head, stroking her hair, looking at the wall.
"I don't know. I've never left behind this kind of heartbreak before. I don't even think I can. I may be a callous scumbag, but..."
His eyes met hers.
"I've always had a soft spot for beautiful crying girls," he said softly.
"I'll stay. I'll stay with you until you don't need me anymore."

Amalia gripped Frost tightly, as the blizzard surrounding her continued to roar, and grow. "Oh, am I supposed to be afraid?" Amalia asked sarcastically. "I apologize for not do so. I find it hard to believe those whom don't take action."

Nijuu stared at her plate. "This smells and looks amazing." She commented, as she looked at Grey's mother. "I can't say my father had a talent for cooking."

Shrike swung his weapon forward with a powerful thrust, sending a blast of air into her, vanishing just as he did this, his blade looped around her neck. "Enough talk!"

Grey grinned, "Well, my mother made sure that by age six, each of us were able to cook on her level."

"I couldn't agree more." Amalia spoke coldly. The icy, blizzard continued to rage, and grow around Amalia, and now her attacker. Upon the blade reaching her neck, the icy wind began to rage faster, as Amalia grabbed her assailant's arm, and flipped him over her. Immediately after this, she swung Frost.

Nijuu smiled warmly. "I can cook somethings...but I admit, anything I cook, I can't make it look like this."

As Frost hit Shrike's side, ice began to develop on top of the skeletal armor, though it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. With a smirk on his face, he held a scythe head up against her skin, and said aloud, "Check......." As he released a shockwave into her sternum, one that partially hit him as well, launching him to the ground, and shattering the ice on his body.

Grey placed his hand on Nijuu's hand, "I promise to eat anything you cook my dear, for its the love and effort that counts in the end." He lifted her hand up, and kissed it.

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Mawthrough shook his head, stroking her hair, looking at the wall.
"I don't know. I've never left behind this kind of heartbreak before. I don't even think I can. I may be a callous scumbag, but..."
His eyes met hers.
"I've always had a soft spot for beautiful crying girls," he said softly.
"I'll stay. I'll stay with you until you don't need me anymore."

Chastity gazed into his eyes for a moment
"I want you to stay more then anything but..."
she looked over at the door
"If my father were to see you, there not telling what he would do"
She looked back into Mawthroughs eyes
"If only you could remember, you would know what to do"
she had a half smile
"you always know what to do"

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As Frost hit Shrike's side, ice began to develop on top of the skeletal armor, though it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.  With a smirk on his face, he held a scythe head up against her skin, and said aloud, "Check......." As he released a shockwave into her sternum, one that partially hit him as well, launching him to the ground, and shattering the ice on his body.

Grey placed his hand on Nijuu's hand, "I promise to eat anything you cook my dear, for its the love and effort that counts in the end."  He lifted her hand up, and kissed it.

Amalia grunted lowly, almost as if she had the wind knocked out of her. When she opened her eyes, they seemed to be glowing a soft blue, as the blizzard around her began to rage faster, and growing, almost engulfing the surrounding trees...there tips slowly being covered in snow and ice.

Nijuu smiled warmly. "That's refreshing to hear."

Shrike stood up from the water and sighed, "You know, ice isn't going to help you against me, you realize that." He held his scythe back, and charged it with the residual energy from the dead demons.

Grey grinned, "Well I mean it my dear." He took a fork, and wrapped a noodle around it, before lifting it up to her mouth, "Say ahh!" Trying to be a bit cute at this moment for her.

Nijuu's face seemed to become a little flushed.

Amalia remained where she was in the air. "I'll take my chances." She stated coldly, then suddenly burst forward, faster than she had flown previously, freezing everything on the ground once again.

Grey grinned, "I'm guessing you do not get this gesture my dear......." He chuckled.

Shrike continued to charge his weapon, while his fleshy portions of his body froze solid.

Nijuu shook her head. "I'm afraid I don't." She lowered her gaze slightly.

Amalia zoomed passed the charging 'lazy bones' and landed on the ground. "Have you ever heard the expression: 'frozen to your soul'?" She asked, as the roaring, icy winds grew larger, and stronger still.

Grey grinned, "Its okay, we can eat our meals normally then for now, I keep forgetting." He took a bite of his food and smiled.

Shrike continued to charge his weapon, his left arm completely frozen, "You do not want to be standing near me when my blast goes off girlie." He took one hand off his weapon, and grabbed his rod, which became a massive scythe. A moment later, he impaled himself on the weapon, his entire body becoming skeletal armor.

"I don't have to worry about that." Amalia stated coldly, gauging the size of the blizzard surrounding her. 'Perfect.' She thought to herself, as she opened her mouth and breathed an icy plume, which seemed to be swallowed by the blizzard, and seemed to freeze everything it touched....anything covered in snow, was now coated in a thick layer of ice.

Nijuu took a bite of the food placed before her.

Mawthrough couldn't help but smirk just a little.
"You flatter me."

He looked at the door again.
"Well, I don't suppose your dad would really be too mad. After all I don't remember...us. I would pose no threat."
A look of serious amusement came across his face.
"Maybe I could be a pet... been that before, it's not too bad."

Inferno looked up at Ezekiel.
"Tempting. Tempting."
He looked back into the flames.
"So far, he has failed MY tests. If he wanted Chastity to be safe, he should have walked away at the start. She would have been safe then. No-one need have died."

Shrike was frozen solid, yet his weapon continued to absorb energy from the dead demons, the ice around him starting to crack heavily while the weapon took in the nearby energy.

Grey smiled, and asked, "How is it?"

Ezekiel replied, "Brother, had he been worried about his own safety, he wouldn't have touched your daughter, and had he not cared for her, he wouldn't have risked himself for her. That in itself is a test." With that, he took a small black flask from inside of his coat pocket, removed the cap, and took a sip of it.

As everything froze, it soon became clear, that as the storm continued to rage, everything continued to freeze, and refreeze. Amalia, instead of attacking the 'Grimm', simply walked over to one of the trees, and sliced it. The tree fell to the ground, frozen from the outside in...solid ice. "This will be your 'flesh pillows' soon enough."

Nijuu looked at Grey and smiled. "It's delicious." She beamed.

Mawthrough shook his head, firmly.
"No. No woman should be made a pet of another without their absolute consent. I value women, I don't degrade them. Not unless they ask me to, of course."
He put his hands on her shoulders.
"I can't leave anyone like this. I may be a bit of a rogue, but I like to think I'm good where it counts. We'll think of something."
He smiled at her.
"I promise."

Inferno looked at Ezekiel again. The archangel of creation looked tired now. Not angry, just tired.
"That's the problem with him. Young, reckless, devil-may-care - doesn't care about the consequences. And he's probably keeping her as a trophy piece, or stringing her along to sacrifice her or God knows what. And before you offer to test him, know that whatever the results, he will always be my enemy, and I will not let him stay with her. Too much has happened between us for anything else."
He rubbed his wrists, remembering two years previously when Mawthrough had impaled him through them.