Off to Paineston

[Phillis Von Christ]

Each of Normans 'puppets' had fallen to the ground at that point. Norman reached into his sleeve, pulling out a long sword. He waved his finger over the tip of the sword. Soon, a second sword appeared. Norman grabbed it quickly. He swung both sword towards Walter at a rapid speed and strength.

[Walter Grace]

Walter spun, grabbing his scythe and whipping it at the swords. The swords flung into a nearby tree, not hitting anyone. Walter proceeded to run up to Norman, swinging his scythe at the man's side.

[Phillis Von Christ]

Norman laughed, he personally, since first jumping out of the bushes, ran toward Walter. He kept going straight towards him until about a foot away, he turned and went right passed him. He headed toward Phillis and Grayson.

[Walter Grace]

Walter's eyes widened, twirling around and making fire in his hands. The fire circled around Norman and Walter, leaving no area of escape. Walter made sure to keep the fire from the trees and such, so as not to damage the area.

[Phillis Von Christ]

Norman stopped, just in time, before hitting the wall of fire. He laughed. "As if you care about either of them that much. You're not a very good demon." He turned towards Walter.

[Walter Grace]

"You would be suprised what being in Avaleur will do to you." Walter pursed his lips, changing his scythe into a rod again and dropping it to the ground, filling his hands with magic once again.

[Phillis Von Christ]

"Just give the both of them to me. I'll put the boy to good work and sell the prince for a large sum, I'll even give you a quarter of the cut. That alone would be more money than you'd make in your lifetime." Norman smirked.

Meanwhile, outside of the ring of fire.
Grayson sniffled, nearly crying. Norman honestly did scare the boy. "Where did they go? Why ain't they back yet? Is he gonna kill 'im?" Phillis hugged the boy. "It's alright, calm down, Walter will deal with him. He won't treat you poorly anymore."

[Walter Grace]

"Never. Phillis is my king. And the boy is my...my son. I will let no harm come to either of them." Walter spoke calmly. "I have no use for money."

[Phillis Von Christ]

"As if you've never dreamed of wealth. It's only at the expense of two people. Two people you probably don't even care for." Normans eyes glew red. "You have one more chance to redeem yourself. Yes..or no?"

[Walter Grace]

"No!" Walter barked. "You will not leave here alive, I promise you! And even if you can kill me, I will make your life a living hell while you are alive and dead!"

[Phillis Von Christ]

"I'll kill you, you can count on that." Norman growled. He curled his fists. He threw blasts of magic towards Walter.

[Walter Grace]

Walter dodged them, jumping to the side. As he jumped, he threw the black magic in his hands at the man as well.

[Phillis Von Christ]

Norman dodged all the blasts except one that hit his right arm. "Urgh!" he moaned. He sent an even stronger blast in return. He was pissed now.

[Walter Grace]

It graced his shoulder, and Walter winced. He ran up to Norman as close as he could get, trying to send a punch of magic to his gut.

[Phillis Von Christ]

Norman did not realize what Walter was trying to do, he continued to throw magic at him.

[Walter Grace]

Walter got hit in the side of his chest with magic. Biting back the pain, he punched the man in the stomach as hard as he could.

[Phillis Von Christ]

Norman fell back in pain. He groaned, standing up. He sent a punch towards Walter in return.

[Walter Grace]

Walter was not expecting the punch. He hit where the magic had hit him. Walter bit back a yell of pain again, tackling Norman to the ground.

[Phillis Von Christ]

Norman yelled. He couldn't perform magic while he was not concentrated. He pushed Walter away and stood up. He kicked Walter in the stomach.

[Walter Grace]

Walter opened up his wings, hitting the man down with them and blasting a ball of fire at him.