[i][b]"You're in my way, mortal." Comes a stern, baritone voice from behind you. Something powerful seizes you from behind and throws you over the railing like a sack of garbage, but before you fall, you find that you're now levitating. As you look back, you see the Summoner with his hand outstretched towards you, crackling orange energy wreathing his hand as the air between the two of you distorts. He gestures his hand deftly and you are gently placed back on the deck as the Summoner turns to face your attacker. "I thought the mortal was bothering you.." Says the hulking, 10ft tall demon that hurled you over the edge. The Summoner clenches his fist. "You thought wrong..." Without preamble, the Summoner steps forward and thrusts his fist forward towards the Demon slavemaster. A tremendous thunderclap of energy deafens you as his fist bursts into black flames in unison with the Demon's body spontaneously erupting in similar black fire - the demon begins howling in pain as it is lifted into the air. Putrid, liquified flesh begins sloughing from the demon's bones and pooling beneath its kicking and twitching body. The Summoner looks at you calmly. "This is the fate that awaits my enemies" he says as he clenches his fist tighter. The demon's body begins twisting and caving in unnaturally as it is wrung out like a dirty dishrag, bones snapping sickly and innards bursting out in glistening, stinking ropes. The howls cease as the Summoner's telekinetic assault ends it's life. The demon's body crashes to the deck with a wet slap. "It's time to go." Says the Summoner. [/b][/i]

[b]"Ok."[/b] Vlad walks towards him and waits for him. And he looks at the body on the floor.

[spoiler]the video is short but I want you to watch it before you read this or as your reading it. Tone and context are important[/spoiler] [b][i]Beneath his feet, demonic runes begin spreading, glowing soft and pale at first as they expand. You feel the air resonate as two realities merge, bending and warping to the Summoner's ironclad will. The runes beneath his feet flare brightly and permanently sear the deck with a geometric spiral pattern - molten metal slag boiling and evaporating with a sharp static hiss. The air takes on an inky quality as all the light is compressed. You feel the air pressure increasing sharply and your hearing fades just enough for you to hear the whispers.... The light fades to a deep, dark red, contrasting with the brilliant pale green glow of the demon's runes beneath the Summoner's feet, the green light illuminates dozens of demons and lost souls that were previously invisible to you.... Although you've been by yourself at times in your life, you realize that you're never been alone. ...Especially in the dark. The air reaches a point where the pressure is so intense that no sound reaches your ears, you hear nothing but the whispers now, the whispers of the suffering dead and the background feedback of the universe ringing in your ears. One of the lost souls approaches you, wringing his thin bony hands, the flesh peeled back from his skull. He puts his hands over his eyes as he talks. "I can't get out or I'll die Just let me be I'll never be never......... You then feel another presence, the demon who just died approaches you, horrifyingly mutilated. He speaks in riddles as he warns you of your immediate future. ....Be prepared for Hell and I say oh well Just tell me when I can open my eyes and realize I've died ....Be prepared for Hell and I say oh well Just tell me when I can open my eyes and realize I've died" The demon looks at you, willing you to speak. The Summoner is distracted with the portal. [/i][/b]