"Then I guess, I shouldn't have taken Frost's sheath off." Amalia said with a slight smile. "Seriously though, you don't have to apologize, we're both responsible for our actions."

Nijuu rested her head on Grey's shoulder. "I just want to sit here for a while." She whispered, as she closed her eyes.

Grey fell asleep, his flesh pressed against Nijuu's, his mind at peace, his heart beating calmly.

Shrike shrugged, "I'm not suppose to let emotions drive me, that's why I don't complain too much about being sent to hell."

"Better than being an emotional wreak." Amalia stated flatly, as she folded her arms. "I'm the last in my family."

Nijuu nuzzled into Grey, as she drifted off to sleep, holding Grey's arms around her, as if he was keeping her warm as opposed to the blanket.

Shrike sighed, "I've never really had a family, the only candidates offered up to be a Grimm are orphans, keeps us from having built attachments. I was a starving little kid when they found me, and offered me an old, straight staff as a walking staff. They were astonished when I didn't die, and that's what set me on the path I'm on today." He used his staff to draw in the sand, "How'd you lose your family, if you don't mind me asking?"

Amalia shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know the details." She replied. "The weapon smith that brought me Frost, said that my uncle showed up on his door step with my father's body. My uncle lived long enough to tell the weapon smith what my father wanted done with his body and bones, then died." Amalia rested her hand on Frost's sheathed blade. "For over a month, I couldn't even look at Frost without bursting into tears."

Shrike sighed, "That would be quite painful, I'm sorry to hear you have suffered so." He lifted up his weapon, "When I became the Grimm, two more scythes were made.......sprouted from my very bones......twas the most painful experience of my entire life."

Amalia looked over her shoulder to Shirke. "I can only imagine." She commented, with little emotion on her tone. "I haven't been back home in over a week." She took a deep breath. "I can't bring myself to live there, but I also can't bring myself to sell the house either."

Shrike looked to her as he re-wrapped his eyes, "Why not come to the academy with me when I return, I'm an instructor there, a few days in that carefree environment would do you good."

Amalia shrugged her shoulders again. "Why not." She said. "The house only seems to be a hot bed for my ire anyway."

Shrike crossed his arms, and propelled himself upward using his hips, reaching his feet a moment later. Next, he began to strap his numerous staffs to his belt, and back. Next, he slashed the air with his hand, a black portal opening up a moment later. "Alright then Amalia, follow me through when you're ready!!!" As he jumped through, he landed forty feet from the academy's door.

Amalia took a deep breath. "A mysterious portal to God knows where..." She opened her wings, and soared up to the portal. "...should be fun." She flew through the portal, remaining in the air on the other side.

Shrike looked to her and smiled, "Welcome to Marcus Andro's academy!!! My easiest pay check ever!!!" He said to her as he approached the doors.

Amalia landed on the ground and wrapped her wings around her shoulders. "I imagine there are a lot of people who come here."

He continued to observe the group.
'This area is more a hindrance to that creature than help.'
He moved closer, making a small attempt to conceal himself.

Shrike nodded, "Place can fit almost fifty thousand students at full capacity, to be honest. Its a very nice place, and I have many, many 'grateful' students in my classes."

The group continued to converse, however, Revlon began to walk away from the group, the hellhound's body convulsing, as if energy and flame was underneath the surface. The only time this occurred, was when a hellhound was ready to hunt. Dageroth spoke aloud to his comrades, "Three of the four have awakened, and soon, the fourth will be awake too, and the one person built to contain the entities will be dead. The weakness of the heart my allies."

Kaiden stopped moving. Not out of fear, but curiosity. The hellhound was moving towards him, away from the group.
Interesting. he thought to himself calmly.

The hellhound pressed both of its claws against its forehead, and remained still as its body condensed into the form of a man. Before his face could be shown, a suit of red, flaming armor enveloped his body, a helmet shaped like a hound of hell's head covering his entire face. He smelled the air again, "Much better." He started running in Kaiden's direction.

As the beast charged him, he didn't even flinch.
'So, it caught my scent. Let's see what it is capable of.'
Kaiden just stood there, waiting for the beast to charge him.

Revlon ran forward at such a speed, and with such power, that he left dents in the hardened lava, and the moment he was within range of Kaiden, he sent his arm sailing toward the esper's abdomen.

Mawthrough lay there, looking up at the ceiling, Chastity in his arms, and thought.
Should I? Shouldn't I? Could I? Will I...?
He looked down at her and closed his eyes too. The mantra of thoughts beat a rhythm in his head.
"What am I supposed to do..?"

Inferno sat down again, not even trying to think about what they would be doing right now.
"He's probably pawing all over her," he complained to Ezekiel.
"So what do you propose I do now? Maybe get him a dog house?"

Jim Slim Badabim suddenly opened his eyes.
He sat up.
"Oh... crap."
Then he sat up straighter, his eyes widening as far as they could go.
"OH CRAP!"
Then he took off out of the inn he was staying in, not even paying.
"CRAAAAAAAP!!!"

He'd never felt something so strongly in his life. Somewhere, somehow, an entity was plotting.
Something BIG.

Ezekiel was currently reading an old, dusty journal, one the size of a person's head when his brother spoke to him, "Probably brother. However, he's shown no ill intent so far. I'm very proud of your restraint. Haven't seen you that calm since Mercy gave you a three hour lecture on why not to burn her dolls." He continued to read through the journal, his eyes flashing a little every ten, to thirty pages.

His sword cleaved through on of the men's arms.
'If you wouldn't mind.

~~~
Revlon's arm struck a large barrier of energy, which effectively parried his attack.
'Not bright, but to be expected of such a savage monster.'

Revlon backed away and held out his hands. Moments later, fiery gauntlets appeared over his hands. "Barriers are made to be broken." He jammed his fingers into the barrier, and began to attempt to pull it apart.