Title: Things every Sword Master wishes she never had to worry about
Author: Shiegra
Fandom: Demon Diary
Pairing: Erutis/ Krayon
Rating: R

For starters, demons just pissed her off in general.

Raenef was an exception, and the new cool composure in his eyes when she saw him recently didn't stop her from mussing his hair or hugging him fiercely. Eclipse was yet another: her miniscule crush discarded in the face of their affection so that by now there was no jealousy (there never really had been) in the face of their knowing smiles.

But other than that, the rotten little bastards were fair game.

Krayon, naturally, had persisted. The pushy, persistent little jerk, waiting with that god damn patience and twisting everything she said so that the meaning pleased him! And worst of all, she never actually managed to punch him.

But this time...she might have managed to lose him.

Unfortunately, in running she found herself another problem.

But this one she could handle. Erutis slid under the clumsy sword stroke, letting herself fall into the comforting rhythm of combat. Not that she was, you know, okay she was playing with him, but it wasn't like he didn't deserve it.

He tripped-tripped, of all things, and her blade stopped poised a breath from his throat.

"Surrender?" She asked, grinning down at his prone, furious form. He was just a freakin' kid-a little well deserved humiliation should be a fitting punishment for now.

"Surrender." He nearly spat out, and she grinned and sheathed her sword, took two steps back.

The kid's eyes rounded tellingly, surprised, and the sword hissed free just in time to catch the massive broadsword on the downswing.

The man wielding it had to be twice her height, and he shoved down, using brute force to pin her in place. A clatter on cobblestones told her the kid was bolting, which meant an enemy on only one front.

Erutis exhaled sharply and let the weight fall on her, dropping onto the ground and helping his startled lurch forward with a firm swinging foot to the groin.

Normally fighters shielded that kind of especially vulnerable spot with armor, but all he had was a dirty loincloth. Maybe he hoped that the disgusting prospect would warn strikes off, and she withheld a flinch and prayed the filthy scrap of cloth wouldn't slip.

The mixture of crunch and squish was possibly partly her imagination but satisfying all the same.

She rolled her to feet and yelped, shocked out of triumph, as magic sparked over the stones around her. Two fronts, though the warrior looked pretty well down for the count, since she'd used her own force and his falling weight to crush his 'sensitive' bits.

Now what?

Erutis ran a professional eye over the rooftops, eyes narrowing slowly, shifting her grip on her sword as she turned in a slow circle. Any movement of her feet sparked warning shocks over stone and nerves, and she bit back a wince. Well, this is a bind. Despite the irritation it would have gained her, she almost wished one of the demons were here.

"Well, what do I have here?"

The sorcerer was fat. Well, they often were, at least this particular kind of self-indulged human waste. Rings cut into his fleshy fingers; a grin cut across his fleshy face, making his eyes gleam with oiled currants among numerous folds of flesh.

"You have here..." She brought her sword up, tracking him with the point. "Someone who's going to get really violent on your fat ass if you don't let me out."

He chortled-that was really the only word for it-and patted his plentiful stomach. "Now, now, don't get testy. I merely-"

"Erutis!" Sang a horribly familiar voice. She squeezed her eyes shut and cursed herself for the earlier wayward thought.

"Go away!"

"What-" The satisfaction in the sorcerer's face drained away. "How..."

The demon was floating in the air, a self satisfied smile curling Its mouth, hair flaring in the wind. "Have you got yourself in a bind?"

"None of your business!" She shouted up at him. "Go away!"

"Erutis." The sorcerer croaked, mopping at his suddenly sweat-beaded face. "You're that Erutis?"

A chill crawled down her spine. "'That' Erutis?" She jerked a menacing step forward and he jumped back, eyes wide and terrified. The sparks were absent and it only fuelled her rage. "What do you mean, 'that' Erutis?"

"Oh, are you famous darling?" The demon said complacently, examining Its fingernails.

"The-the demon's-" He shut up at her expression. Fast.

"You son of a bitch!" She whirled on Krayon, who drifted peacefully even further out of reach. "I'll-" Reduced to inarticulate snarls, her hands closed on the hilt of the sword with force she thought she could hear creaking the metal. "You ruined my life!"

The demon just smiled at her.

"You." Erutis spun on the sorcerer, who nearly gibbered. "Kill me. Right now."

His bejeweled fingers twitched, expression dissolving into incoherent horror. He was aptly trapped between the rock and the Very Sharp place.

At first she thought the growl was coming from her, but the tone was far too deep; an inhuman bass that vibrated in her bones.

The sorcerer's stare switched to behind her and lapsed into blank terror as he slid to the ground, presumably unconscious or near it. Erutis whirled to see that Krayon had drifted behind her.

He was still making the shape of a smile with his lips, his eyes bright and sparkling, but the sound was definitely coming from him, and the deep and primal part of the human brain was gibbering in fear.

Erutis, never hampered by her better instincts, hurled the sword at his head and stomped away.