Re: group one - fighters (as the barriers come down)
For about the hundredth time since the fight kicked off, Adam Monroe wondered just why the hell he'd agreed to do this. Sarah had sounded all very impressive, talking of torture and hell on Earth. Plus the look on Nathan's face when he realised that Adam was actually helping.
Self preservation. He'd lasted 400 years by it. He couldn't die but he could still hurt and from the sounds of it Alastair would enjoy testing the limits of his regenerative powers.
So he fought. Primarily he was here to be utterly disgusting and put his blood into the injured to heal them up, but until then he would show exactly why he was known as the Sword Saint. He twirled his sword in the direction of attacking demons, an almost bored expression on his face. One swiped claws at his face, slicing clean through his cheek. Adam frowned in irritation as the blood spilled on his shirt even as the wound itself healed rapidly.
"Now that was just rude," he stated indignantly, bringing his sword down on the demon's head in revenge.