Suddenly, a wicked black samurai blade embedded itself into the Ifrit's head, going through the other side, and made a sound like a crab shell being cracked. The Ifrit looked surprised, and it took a second to react to the sword."Arghhhhh '' it staggered back, dropping its sword. Eyeing Aila with what seemed like pure murder. "Hey! Demon!" A familiar voice rang through the hall." Yeah you, why don't you take on someone your size, which is hard...since you know....uh." A psychotic smile stretched across the Ifrit's face. Alia wished it hadn't, its face scrunched up as he pulled the sword out of his head and threw it down the floor. " Oh...another one?" His flaming tongue licked his lips. "Oh, the gods are just too generous." The Ifrit snapped his fingers, and its sword dissolved into flames, snaked across the floor, and reappeared at his hand at lighting speed. "Oh crap!" Alvin muttered, it was clear that he hadn't thought that far. The Ifrit's tongue licked the blood that trickled down his lips and pounced. Alvin rolls to the side. "Oh crap...uh. Aila! A bit of help?" Aila was already trying to help, she looked around frantically as she searched for something anything, to weaponize. She spotted a bunch of cardboard cutters. "You'll have to do," Aila said under her breath. She grabbed the whole container, picked up one of the cutters, and threw it. It bounced off the Ifrit's shell. Didn't do as much as damage it, but just enough to draw its attention. Just enough to draw it's attention. " Uh oh ." In a flash, the Ifrit was on top of her again. " You shouldn't have done that." The Ifrit said teasingly, its sword touched her skin, and Aila felt an unbearable pain course through her. The Ifrit smiled its wicked smile. And plunged the sword straight towards Aila's heart.
