The Search Has Begun~Demon/Fallen Angel~Semi Lit Accepting

[intriguing]

Clarissa could see the scene, she was willing Damain to fight on whilst she was still helpless. Clarissa winced from the concentration required to break the entrapment of all self-control over movement. Clarissa wasn't giving up, she just had to keep going.

[herondale.]

The two were straining against each other so much their hands were shaking. Luke pressed as hard as he could, trying to twist Damian's hands round so they pointed at him instead of at Luke, but Damian was keeping a firm grip on the wood and began to press harder on Luke's throat.

[intriguing]

Clarissa was nearly there, nearly ble to help, she could just about move her legs now, she just needed to free her fet and she could finally assist Damain in defeating Luke.

[herondale.]

(( Should Luke actually die?? Or should he perhaps pretend to be dead...? ))

Damian continued to press the wood against Luke's troat, but Luke was slowly getting stronger as he shoved against Damian's hands. The tip of the wood slowly came away from Luke's throat and hovered between them.

[intriguing]

((I don't think he should die, he is a great trouble maker and he is good for when things aren't very dramatic))

Clarissa freed herself, finally she was able to help, but when the time came she was unsure how, she could throw another knife but the proximity was even closer and she could easily hit Damain instead. Clarissa did not know what to do.

[herondale.]

(( Should he perhaps get away at last minute? ))

The two seemed to be battling eachother, both their hands gripped the wood trying to force it onto one another. Damian was too enthused to notice Clarissa was now freed.

[intriguing]

((Up to you, but that sounds good))

Clarissa glared, this was getting ridulous, neither were making progress. Clarissa thought this and though she coplained mentally, she wasn't helping. She didn't know how to.

[herondale.]

Damian was beginning to get frustrated, putting more and more of his energy into jabbing this ******* wood into the Demon's throat. Luke was smiling but it was clear he too was frustrated that neither were making progress. Suddenly, Damian gave one last massive push and the two slammed against the wall and Damian toppled sideWAYS. Luckily he still had to wood. He glanced at the tip to see it dotted with blood. He frowned then glanced at up to find the space in front of him empty and faint panting as Luke shot down the corridor. Damian was so tempted to run after him.

[intriguing]

Clarissa cursed under her breath, which was really becoming a habit now. Who's the chicken really? she though angrily to herself. She knew Luke couldn't pick it up but wished he would.

[herondale.]

Damian was extremely out of breath as he threw the piece of wood aside. That last burst of energy had almost completely drained him. He propt himself up on his elbows and glanced at Clarissa. "You alright?" he asked.