The man rushed forwards, his body angled so that it cuts through the water like a bullet, speeding across the seas with such strength, the waters splash with violent motions. The Demon kept at its pace, matching the man's speed, scooping up the water and charging it to create singular sets of shots that snipe down the opponent, the water bullets cutting through just as much. The man would be steady in his movements, sliding side to side to evade the shot, keeping a close eye on where the creature was heading. When the Demon would try to dive down into the depths, the man made his legs stab into the walls, waiting for the monster to strike up and attempt to drag him into the depths. The man would be able to counter when that jump was made, his open palm smacking Focalor's face across the halls, its sting being strong. It then tried to do its technique of firing a concentrated beam of water to pierce right at the man's body, yet Adel was prepared. He'd strike at his very body would have the impact allow him to bend slightly, narrowly evading the shot that pierced through the walls once more, watching it expel as much sand as need be. More and more did the Demon fired its array of water bullets, and more and more did Adel dodge. When the man finally got close, he'd unleash a flurry of blows that the demon would not be prepared for.
A Barrage of punches, kicks, and slashes, all across the body of Focalor, some even aiming for his wounded head, all to make sure it was brought down for good. Focalor intervened by having its body smack around Adel in retaliation, trying to maintain distance to control the waters, creating a mini-tsunami for extra distance. Adel launched himself to the walls and anchored himself, climbing to the roof to get above the mini-tsunami, and lunge himself forward to continue his attacks. The Demon was losing its control of the battle. It was losing its momentum. It knew its time was up. In its last moments before disappearing back into the sigil, the Demon made one last attempt. It allowed Adel to do the killing blow, stabbing right into its body through its claws, before encasing the both of them in a sphere made of water, and dove it deep into the water once more. While the Demon itself would fail, it wouldn't go away without one more trick, with the bubble encasing the man and having such strong currents, it would've tore his body into ribbons if he dared escape. The depths began to grow darker and darker, dimmer and dimmer the lights went, with no sign of a proper escape. Adel would think cautiously of what to do next.
Meanwhile, the two children trotted across the shallow pool all the way to the nurses office, a sigh of relief from the both of them as they'd enter inside, the flooring still being wet but as pristine as one can. "Shady.....please...." Solomon begged, as the two relaxed themselves on a nearby bed, having the Shadow maneuver itself.
"I'm on it, I'm on it." Careless as it was, it would be able to quickly search through each cabinet, each vial, and each document that has records of such anti-venom. Solomon, while watching to make sure he gets it quickly, looked towards Zazel.
"So....whats the plan?"
"Easy...." Zazel would start, getting up slightly. "We get.....the Anti-Venom.....We Meet Adel.....and we punch him.....So hard....He'll go to a hospital."
Solomon would groan a bit. "Y'now.....fair enough....Dumb question....I asked right there..."
"OI! LOOK ALIVE! FOUND IT!" The attention was grabbed from both of the children as the Shadow gestured towards a cabinet to a vial in a clear color. Solomon would be the first to get off the bed and try to reach for the vial in question, using nearby objects to climb up and grab it. Shady has, indeed, found it, but there was a small problem, one that Solomon would showcase to Zazel by the vial's contents.
"There's not much.....enough for 1 person to be cured....or enough to at least...STABILIZE.....both of us." Zazel would realize that one of them would have to carry that inexplicable burden of the Venom. That, or both of them to at least lessen the blow of the Venom before being given proper treatment when they escape such a place. "if you want....we can split it. 50/50....Since.....he'd be dealing...with the both of us. 2 to 1....We have the advantage here....." His mind began to start thinking. Mental Cogs whirring across his head, as he realized that they indeed had the advantage. So long of course, as the man was damaged, this should help them get a better footing to take care of the situation. Before he takes the vial however, Zazel would pass Solomon the paper, allowing him to store it within the book. Solomon silently nod as he realized what would happen next, keeping an eye out as he'd try to measure the vial and split it between them. Just as when Zazel was about to take a swig from the vaccine...
KRACC
The very door broke, showcasing a massive figure that tries to strike at the duo. Zazel moved Solomon away with the Vial, turning around and pushing them out the way, before being given a heavy slash across his back, the wound thick with the green sludge, the venom that coursed across its veins. The boy sadly passed out, but was still breathing. The venom was too much for the demon to bare, yet he was still living. Solomon would gaze towards the figure, with shock as he backs away, trying to maintain some distance, yet the figure stood motionless, staring down at the biblical sorcerer with nary a hint of change.
It was Adel. Only now, his feet are gone, and now walks in bone-like stilts, granting him balance to maneuver around.