Pain blossomed in his back as he arched it. Gritting his teeth he barely got to see the fruits of his labor before the Drow was back to his position beside his mistress. As he closed his eyes he let his body go limp before he shrugged his shoulders feeling the twin slashes that had cut deeply. Opening the grey orbs he looked onto Izvilvin he could feel a growl issue from his throat as he twirled a dagger idly, ready to tear the Drow apart with the skill he had been given.
However, it turned out that the Drow had other problems on his hands as he watched a man drop from above knife in hand. The glint of metal causing Seth to step back as he looked at Witchblade letting his anger go as he grinned wide enough to almost look like the roguish grin, "About time you bastards got your comeuppance. Lets finish this."
With those words he ignored the pain as he rushed at Witchblade his daggers coming about in a whirlwind as he fought to push through the witch's defences. Slow would be releasing its grips soon, and he had to keep her off guard if he was to stand a chance. His shirt was torn, the fabric following suit of the vest as it too dangled off his back begging to be tugged and pulled on. However Seth was beyond caring as he continued his eyes going dead as he fought with ferocity unmatched by any man.
The demon had awoken form its slumber as he pushed forward. He would have slaughtered the witch were it not for one small problem. He could hear a voice, and from the sounds of it, the voice had something important to say. Slowly he heard his name called out over and over before a name drifted through the air, "...Sarah!"
He had no time to react before he saw the twin boots flying right at his face...
(Witch, you're getting a bit of help, if you need to coordinate something PM me, the next post will be Sarah entering the fray.)