Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

The swords go through her without leaving a trace as they strike again, both of the mages far to focused on the other to let their weapons bother with another. The chaos mage strikes out with a blast of extremely dark energy, which the order mage parries back at him. They start reflecting it back at each other repeatedly.

Ice growls, low and demonic. "I c'me to g't h'lp for V'lymea. I c'me H'R' for 't. You w'lll H'LP m', Luc'f'r fuck 't!"

"I think I should tell you what happened."

"Perhaps you should." Neldris watches the ambassador.

The ball of chaos energy becomes larger, as both mages begin to charge another spell. The order mage prepares a spell that would put all of the energy into a nice and orderly line, while the chaos mage is going with a classic; his weather spell.

"Twenty of your years ago, I lived in the main village of my people. My sire, Lord Bluestripe's strength was fading. And so the Tel-Raan sent their people to make sure he never lifted his ax again. They crept into the village, and they murdered him. Then, they cut their way through anyone who got in their way, including me."

"That is definitely not my people. There's never been many of us, and we lack the strength to do such a thing. You saw how easily my sister was knocked out."

The two mages both completed their spells at the same time, and the spells hit the chaos energy. This, of course, caused the chaos energy to explode, while in the same instant being contained by the order spell. Now between them floats a ball of yellow power, uncontrolled and contained. Off about thirty feet from everyone, a rather dark cloud has started forming.

Ice GRABS them, with a glares. A wall of ice separates the two. "Enough!" she cries out in her language. "You will HELP me, damn it! Vilymea's life depends on it!"

((Tip: Never get between a chaos mage and an order mage who are going at each other with full force! ))

The chaos mage ignores her entirely, now staring at the cloud. The order mage continues trying to swing until he notices the cloud as well. "What's that?" He says, with a voice that could almost conceivably be considered fearful. "Something big." The chaos mage spoke, their argument forgotten. The order mage looks to the demoness, and says, "I would run now. Who ever, or what ever that is might not be as forgiving as us..." He then, true to his word, turns tail and runs! Only to be caught by the hand that Ice was holding him with.

"Lucifer damn it, one of you will help Vilmea! If I have to drag you to her myself, I will!"

"I see you're a feisty one, Girl." Speaks a voice that can only be described as grinning. "I like it." The cloud dissapates, revealing a jackal the size of a mountain. "Ah. The chaos mage and the order mage. Just who I was looking for!" He reaches out to pick them both from her grip.

"H'y! ' n'd th'r h'lp!" Ice yelled, switching back to common.

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The jackal, still grinning, looks at her. "Truly. Demons these days are so cute, all feisty and defiant." He says. "Tell you what. If you can guess my name, you can keep them for whatever you need."

"Anubis." The demon said instantly, her wings smoldering in annoyance. She needed them, damn it! Vilymea needed them!

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"Anubis? No, no, no. Good guess, though. We sometimes share the same forms." He grinned again. "Anubis is a bit too stuffy by my standards, but get a couple drinks in him and he can be a lot of fun. You ever seen an afterlife god drunk off their feet?"

Ice sighed in frustration. "Set?"

"Correct, little minion of Lucifer! Okay, you've got about twenty of your minutes, and make sure not to kill them!" Set says, fading slightly before suddenly becoming solid again. "Oh! And dearest and beautiful Geae," he says with obviously friendly sarcasm. "Do take care of my little girl for me, I would be absolutely devastated if something were to take her anywhere, hmm?" He laughs, a loud, barking laugh, and fades quickly away.

"....I absolutely ABHOR Set...." "Good! Now, then, I need you to STAY here for five seconds while I get her." Ice teleports away to grab her charge.

"Set? You mean the nice wolfie?" Alice says, in a rather silly manner.

"Yes... He and I don't get along..."

"But he's a nice wolfie!"

"I know he is, dear." "The Egyptian pantheon torments her as well."

"The Tel-Raan use cunning, not strength. They are without honor." He spits on the ground, looking highly angry, but his eyes remain their usual chocolate brown.

"How could you not like the nice wolfie? His family is nice too!"She says, bouncing in the air in a complete disregard for physics. Although physics at the moment are pretty much optional for anyone who doesn't think about them.