Their plan was working. The disturbances they were causing to the landscape was having an adverse effect on the whole area. It seemed to moan in pain before distorting like an image on a television. It was a clear confirmation that the world around them was not natural and a product of someone or something else beyond its borders. Despite this, however, the enemies had not yet shown their faces until Cyrus heard a loud yelp behind him. Kei had struck one of them with a rock. When he turned around, he caught the brief image of the creature before it vanished from sight again. As the girl warned him to keep on his guard, the young man's body began to tense up. He knew that they would be in for a fight and despite these things having an appetite for succubi, he had this gut feeling that human flesh would be a suitable second course.
Then they came. Like swarm, they descended upon the duo. Their bodies were slender and beastly and they walked on all fours. Their heads resembled that of wolves, a suitable appearance for a hunting species for this kind of environment. While Cyrus was gripped with uneasiness and confusion, Kei had no qualms about jumping into the horde and going all out. Their numbers were many, but he knew Kei was strong. She could probably take them all out if she really wanted to. This thought kept him from helping, but as the battle raged on, he was beginning to regret this descision. More and more came down now, their wrath fully focused on the feisty young succubus who challenged them. Their numbers were beginning to overwhelm her, which was made apparent by the bites and scratches she was sustaining all over her body. Soon, she was retreating from her brave stance and looking for shelter from the savage beasts, but shelter did little to keep them from her and soon, she was down and pleading with Cyrus to get away. But in the eyes of Cyrus, there was a friend in need. He felt if he was capable of protecting Asuna, then why not Kei. They had become close in their short time together in more ways than one and such a short taste of that friendship was enough to drive him to have more.
So the young man charged forth, taking a split branch in his hand to use as a weapon. He didn't think of how sharp the point was or how effective it would be against these hunters, but if it was capable of driving them back even in the slightest, he would throw himself willingly into the fray. The hunters, however, had other ideas. Three of them had taken notice of Cyrus and stood before him like an impassible wall. As he cried Kei's name and charged forth, the one standing in the center took a swing at him and struck a critical blow. Without the strength of a succubus to support him, Cyrus was just a normal and weak human. In reality, he stood no chance against even one of these creatures. The young man fell back, the proof of injury inscribed upon his chest. His blood dripped forth from the wounds as he lay on the ground, his mind wandering between conciousness. With the rest occupied with Kei, the hunter who struck the mortal wound walked forth to take its prize.
"What are you doing?"
In his dire state, Cyrus heard a voice from within his mind. And he replied in turn, "I...I can't help her. I'm worthless. We're gonna die here and..."
The voice interupted, "Are you really so weak?" it was almost a challenging tone to Cyrus. Here he was on the verge of death and he was hallucenating this mocking voice. "What can I do? I'm just a human."
"Are you now? Let me show you just how human you really are..."
The voice seemed to fade and as it did, a sinister aura surrounded the area. The hunter stopped in its tracks, almost aware of the danger that was coming forth. Cyrus could feel something pulsing in his body. It was like an uncontrollable surge of energy consuming him, taking over his every movement. He could see and hear everything around him and yet he could feel his conciousness being pushed to the side in place of something more powerful and with a greater sense of control. The young man stood up, the blood on his chest flowing slower and slower until it stopped. He opened his eyes revealing an inhuman gaze like that of a demon. It's first sight was that of Kei being torn apart by the hunters. Her blood flowed freely and she was brought to her knees by their terrible fangs and claws. At once, he reacted with a roar that was just as, if not, more terrifying. The voice rippled through the air like a shockwave, disturbing the fur of the hunters and of the area itself. Everything seemed to shake and distort around him as if it were becoming unstable. The hunters, perhaps aided by their natural animalistic instincts suddenly cowered and backed away. The ones that had taken their death grip of Kei released her and joined their frightened allies. Cyrus stepped forth now as the aggressor but did not yet attack. It was almost as if he were waiting for something, perhaps for the alpha male of the pack to come forth and challenge his unstable mind and body...