The pounding at the door grew louder, and the voice more hysterical, "Please, I don't want to die! I don't want to—"
Nia bolted for the door, slamming it open to the sight of two wolfish hellions approaching in the distance, their bodies ablaze with the flames of the hells. Each step turning the ground into molten rock.
"Altair!" She shouted.
And begrudgingly, he stood up, somehow trying to push down his libido. He glared down at the woman, penetrating her mind with [Schizophrenia]; he did the same with the hellions in the distance. In seconds, the two began tearing into the other, snapping flesh from bones, in a vicious brawl, convinced the other was the young lady they were chasing.
Nia shuddered, looking at the scarlet-eyed boy. She had never seen a more outrageous ability and wondered if she, too, was under his spell like Laros. Nia had only visibly relaxed when his eyes shifted to black.
