Zephyra waited for the four disgraceful guards to turn their backs and lose their sense of security. Once they started to dog-pile on Dagon was when she decided to come in and slice at the neck of the tallest of the group who kicked her lover with force.
Without any resistance, and before he even knew what happened, his neck separated from itself and the large, bulbous head slid off the side, and down onto the floor.
Since it had been just another of her kind - the blood fountain was brief and spurted only a little of what remained, but what had showered her only fueled her resolve and rage further.
"You disgusting, lossless dogs! You want Azrael to be proud of you? Take me back to him....that is if you're able to." She warned and took a new stance to defend herself as the remaining three abandoned Dagon, and turned towards her.
"Good boys," she added with her dominatrix flair and smirked a little. Sure, she was out of
Out of energy.
