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Kincade soared through the air, loving the feel of the wind rustling over his feathers. A bag of groceries clutched in his forelegs, the brown Hippogryph manoeuvred past the cliff side homes that made up the town of Kanona. Around him, Hippogryphs darted about their business, clutching bags or boxes. It was the middle of the working week, as far below Kincade people could be seen working the farms, pulling ploughs and tending their livestock. While mainly populated by Hippogryphs, a fair number of humans had taken up residence here, their homes on the ground built near a river running close by. While the town did not have a large local population, it did cover many acres of land, the Hippogryphs ability to fly allowing them to spread out far more than any ground bound creature could.

A striking white Hippogryph hen flashed past, gaining altitude as she heading in the opposite direction. Kincade grinned to himself as he admired the smooth feathers and graceful curves of her hindquarters, trying to grab a glance at her nethers. Normally out working on a fishing boat, helping to spot the schools of fish and drag in the nets, these rare days off allowed him to indulge in his favourite hobby, bird watching. Once the female had gone from view, his eyes drifted down, searching for another distraction.

Focusing his eyes on the scene below, Kincade noticed a new set of shops being built near the human houses. He hummed appreciatively to himself. His sister, Kargen, was visiting for a few days and had sent him out nearly an hour ago to pick up a few items before the shops shut for the day. Having a new store built so close would save him from having to fly out to Port Hudley, the nearest city with a shopping complex.

With a dip of his wings, Kincade swooped down and landed on the front balcony of his home. A small square wooden house anchored to the side of the cliff face, it was fairly typical of the design used by his kind, simple but comfortable. A low handle set in the sliding door made for easy access to creatures that had to walk on their forelimbs, though magic users like hippogryphs had other options. With a flick of his magic he sent the door gliding open on it's rails and walked in.

The scent of sex filled Kincade's nares as he entered his living room. Lying on her back on Kincade's couch was Kargen, the tan female's hooves twitched enthusiastically. A strange hippogryph stallion was lying between her hindquarters, his right foreleg buried nearly to his elbow in Kargen's engorged sex, stretching her lips obscenely as his tongue rapidly flicked across her winking clitoris. The lustful look on Kargen's face switched to horrified in an instant as she saw her brother and she let out a startled shriek, her vaginal muscles clenching tightly. The unknown Hippogryph exhaled in pain as his foreleg was squeezed close to breaking, as he leapt to his feet, dragging Kargen forcefully by her contracting depths as a squelching gurgle punctuated his gasp.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry," he sputtered, as Kargen squealed in pain as his foreleg burst free from her. Spinning to face Kincade, his enormous equine erection slapping wetly between his legs, he pinned his ears back and said, "I'm sorry, are you her husband? I swear she said she was single!"

Well, that explains why she sent me to the shops, Kincade thought, staring at the mess of dildos and lubricant bottles spread across the floor. A particularly intimidating red leather strap on sat on his coffee table, a dribble of fluid pooling around it. Kargen rolled to her feet, nares burning red as she shielded her body with a wing, “Get out for Divines sake!”.

Nodding dumbly, Kincade spun around and darted back outside, nares burning red in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," he called through the door, "I'll just... wait out here. Actually I'll go for a walk or something."

Hearing his sister's humiliated "thank you" called out through the door, Kincade dropped his bag of groceries on the front porch and leapt into the air. Damn, an entire foreleg. He thought, trying to get the image out of his mind. Beating his wings hard, he gained altitude and angled towards the ocean.

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The waves crashed against the sand as seagulls soared overhead. The clean white sand spread for miles in both directions, turning into sparse grass and bushes the further inland you went. With clear skies above and a warm breeze blowing pleasantly from the ocean, Kincade sat in the shallow waters, taking deep breathes and releasing them slowly. The Hippogryph shook himself slightly, brown feathers flicking water around as a wave flowed around his haunches. Golden eyes squinted as the sunlight reflected from the water. Where can you get a couch steam cleaned? He wondered. It was my house, I didn't know I had to knock before entering my own home.

Kargen was an adult with adult interests, but still, it was rarely nice to have someone walk in on you during an intimate moment. How long did she think I would be gone? Divine beings, that guy was hung. How could she - Kincade shook his head. The idea of a female struggling to accommodate his erection may have been arousing to Kincade, but the thought of it being his sister... Rotten sod has ruined that fantasy.

The sun was getting low, Kincade was wondering how long until he should head back. Doubtless Kargen would still be embarrassed, but he could hardly spend all night out here. As he mused quietly to himself, a strange thud noise caught his attention. Glancing around, he noticed a hole in the sand some hundred paces away begin to form, almost like a sink-hole. Another thud emanated from the hole, kicking sand up everywhere.

Cautiously, Kincade stood up and flared his wings, eyes fixed on the anomaly. Nothing else happened for a moment, so he walked in from the surf and spent a few seconds shaking himself dry.

A sudden explosion overloaded Kincade's senses, sending sand flying everywhere, a wave of heat washing over him. Momentarily disorientated and panicked, Kincade ran, trying to leap into the air, only to splash back into the ocean in his blind dash away. The cold water bringing him back to his senses, he dropped into a defensive stance as he puffing out his wings and glared at the source of the noise.

Large metal wings were waving from the new crater in the ground. A metallic head with huge horns tore itself loose, before pulling four legs free, all ending with three enormous talons on each foot. Kincade stared in horror as this mechanical monstrosity shook the sand from itself and swung it's head around, fixing on him as it seemed to stare into his soul. Pupiless eyes, cold and blue, were fixed onto his own, before this creature staggered towards him, feet sinking heavily into the soft sand, every movement accompanied by an unnatural whirring, clicking noise. Kincade backed up, stumbling over his own back legs, fighting between his equine instincts to run and his avian instincts to fly as he failed to do either. Fear gripping him, his eyes swung wildly in their sockets, beak hanging open and spit starting to foam at the corners.

Swaying gently as it stood in front of Kincade, the machine bobbed it's head back and forth, as though struggling to focus on him.

"Hello!" it slurred out, " My name's Traget. Who are you?"

Kincade fought to regain control of his tongue, his heart pounding in his chest as the horror stood waiting for an answer.

"Can you talk? Are you an animal? Why did you just urinate? Please don't be an animal. Are you? FUCK!" The machine slammed it's foreleg into the ground, ripping up sand and throwing it everywhere in a tantrum before turning away. Snarling to itself, it began stomping up and down the beach. "Four shit eating realities now, and every cuntguzzling magical creature is just a stupid wanking animal! FUCKING FUCK!" In an instant the rage seemed to go and the monster was calm again. Spinning back to face Kincade it said, "Where's the nearest town? Are you an animal, or are you just scared? You look scared. Why?" The metal head swung down to examine itself, "This is just a suit of armour. Don't be an idiot."

Words slowly came back to Kincade as he forced himself to calm down, listening to the creature babble. Wiping his beak against his shoulder, eyes fixed on the being before him, he choked out, "Ah, who...Are you?"

The creature bounded back over. "You can talk!" it burbled excitedly. "I knew I'd find one! Where am I? I'm Traget, I already said that, pay attention. Sorry, I've been on my own for years and I'm a little bit drunk. I ran out of water months ago and I've been running on vodka since then. It's either that or recycled waste water and I don't care what anyone says, I can taste the difference."

The machine, no, the creature wearing a suit of armour, seemed to take a deep breath and then sat down on the sand in front of Kincade. "Alright, I'll try again, I know how this goes."

Clearing it's throat, it spoke again. "My name is Traget, I am possibly the last of my species and I am using experimental technology to jump between realities because I have fuck all else to do with my time. The armour I am wearing is a hazardous environment suit, because I am not stupid enough to jump into a world I know nothing about, that could be filled with any number of deadly bacteria, radiation or arse holes with pointy sticks. Does that cover it?"

Kincade stared at Traget for a moment, grasping for anything to say. "Why did you explode from the ground?"

Sounding somewhat embarrassed, Traget looked at the hole it had made in the sand. "I got a bit angry and set off a grenade when I couldn't dig myself out. It's was very low yield though. I shifted into this reality underground because I made a mistake with my entry point. This universe has a slightly different planetary drift than I expected. It could have been worse though," it perked up a bit, "I could have appeared in empty space or the centre of the planet. That will ruin anyone's day."

While Traget was talking, Kincade took a moment to properly look at it. The entire suit of armour was coloured a dull grey, covered in dents and scratches. It could not possibly have been a Hippogryoph inside, he noted. It's body too narrow, it's wings too short. Kincade was a full head taller than it, and he was average height at best. The voice could have been a husky female or a softly spoken male, with the armour plating giving away no hint as to the form hidden inside. The metal spikes he had earlier thought were horns were now revealed to be stylised ears sweeping back along the helmet, large and somewhat canine in appearance. Oversized metal plates ran down the back of it's head to join with the wings, in what Kincade realised was meant to be similar to a crest. A long and thick tail, far more so than any hippogryph, lay behind Traget as it sat in the sand.

The legs were what interested Kincade the most however. He could remember quite vividly the long, powerful claws he had seen tearing up the sand just minutes before, yet now, the creature possessed proper hands. Only three fingers and a thumb, but otherwise very similar to a humans. As he was thinking this, Traget stopped waving it's hands around and dropped them on the ground. Kincade watched in fascination as the fingers whirred and withdrew into the metal glove, leaving only small toes sticking out. Kincade glanced at his own forelegs, tipped in powerful claws that were wonderful at ripping and tearing, but were clumsy and awkward for walking on.

Suddenly aware that Traget had stopped talking and seemed to be waiting for an answer to an unheard question, Kincade blurted out, "My name is Kincade. Nice to meet you."

Traget tilted it's head and watched as Kincade stood up. He had never heard of any creature that could match the body shape of what sat before him. While it could be a new form of mage made animal, he was sure he would have heard of a new species having been approved by the Mages council. Unless it had been made by a rouge mage? Kincade dismissed this thought. To create a healthy and sapient life form took decades of intense dedication and an incredible understanding of biology, something few people were capable of. Then what was it? Ugly design work for the armour. He thought, Ugly things are always evil. Is it going to kill me? It can't be from another reality. Is that possible? Where else could it have come from? I need to tell the mages, let them figure this out. Is it going to attack me if I walk away?

Kincade spent a moment to gather his wits. This thing could be dangerous, could have come from anywhere. Having never never seen anything like it, there was no way to guess it's intentions. Deciding he wanted to withdraw as soon as possible, he stood upon only slightly shaking feet and cleared his throat.

"Well," He began, "I should be getting home now, my sister will be expecting me. It was nice to meet you, uh, there is a town a few miles that way if you want." Pointing towards Port Hudley. He bowed his head respectfully and started to trot away. Nothing so horrifying to look at could be good. Surely it would pounced, any moment now Kincade was sure he would feel cold metal claws sinking into his flesh. A shiver ran down his spine as he heard a whirring noise start up, before it came alongside. And it's following me, isn't it? It followed me home Kargen, can I keep it? I'll walk it every day while you get the local hooligans to come and cram you full - Shitshitshit.

"So," Traget said, walking next to him, "I realise you're trying to scurry away from me as fast as possible, but I have no idea where I am or what to do and the booze is starting to wear off. I'm not really sure where to go from here."

Kincade glanced over at Traget, the setting sun reflecting red off of the metal suit. Divine beings, that thing is really creepy. Out loud and rather proud of how calm he could keep his voice, he said, "You could try Port Hudley, the town I pointed toward before. There are a lot of mages that - " did it just growl? " - could help you work something out. Or you could, uh... I don't know really. I'm sorry, this isn't really an area I'm familiar with."

"I would prefer to avoid magicians." Traget said in a strained tone of voice, "I find the idea of magic users to be a bit too...I'll be polite and say 'elitist'."

This worried Kincade. What kind of creature would dislike the magi? All the wonders and powers they bestowed upon the lesser people. Why, his own species would not exist if not for the Sorcerers abilities. He, like all hippogryph, were incredibly proud of their magical heritage. He looked at Traget with renewed suspicion. Other realities, or does it mean dimensions? Explosions and, and just look at it! A magical suit of armour, it can't be natural magic. Could it possibly be some sort of demon? The notion was as horrifying as it was ridiculous. Preposterous, he told himself. Demons could not exist for long in the real world and could only be summoned by the most powerful of mages, after all. Even then just attempting such a thing could have catastrophic effects on anyone involved. Many had tried in the past, only to vanish without a trace. The promise of the riches, knowledge and power that demons could give their summoners were legendary, and very alluring to the common man who didn't understand the risks, few with any sense would consider calling a being like that into the world. Demons were know to be extremely manipulative and aggressive, and nigh on unstoppable if they got loose. Torturing, raping and killing was just their way of saying hello.

It exploded from the ground in a blast that should have killed anyone, Kincade thought. It claims to move through realities. It threw a tantrum because I wouldn't talk to it. It doesn't like mages. IT'S WALKING NEXT TO ME!

A slightly crazed look slid across Kincade's face as he watched this clicking, whirring creature next him. How do I get rid of it? I can't lead it home. What would it do to Karden? What is it going to do to me?

"Is there any where to get a drink around here?" Traget asked.

"Sure, sure." Kincade replied, hurriedly. "Why don't we fly? I'll lead and you, uh, yeah, you come as well."

Breaking into a run, Kincade built up speed before spreading his wings and leaping into the air. A moment later, he heard a sound like thunder roaring up alongside him. Traget matched his speed, flying along on wings belching fire and heat. Oh sweet divine ones, I'm going to die.

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“So what is your species called?” Traget called out as the pair flew towards Port Hudley. Her companion had been strangely silent throughout the flight, with a tight set to his features. She had been watching him as closely as her blurred vision allowed, trying to get a read on him.. She couldn't tell his age, though she was certain he was fully grown. Brown feathering on his front half, running down his shoulders until it reached the yellow scaling on his forelegs. His claws were large and powerful looking, overall bearing a striking resemblance to a red tailed hawk. His hind quarters, she had no idea. A horse of some sort, but not knowing anything about the breeds she couldn't guess at his ancestry. Lean and well muscled, with hooves and short hair, definitely of equine origin. Brownish red fur lined his rear, with a standard horse tail, Traget wondered how he could manoeuvre so well in the air without a proper tail to use as a rudder. Magic, probably, as though that were an answer. Standard penis and testicles suggested a male, thought Traget knew that was never a certain thing. Her onboard scanners had been a bit unstable since the elevator car had fallen on her and she didn't know what were normal readings for a creature such as Kincade, though he seemed to be stressed about something, She considered asking, but she decided Kincade may not like her prying into his business.

“I'm a hippogryph.” Kincade replied. “You must have seen us before?”

Traget shook her head. “On my world, valravnes were the only sapient species. There were others, but they died out long ago.”

Kincade wasn't sure how much he should reveal without getting the approval from the Mages first, but couldn't imagine any harm coming from such basic information as this. Besides, the creature had made no hostile move, so he had calmed down considerably. Proudly he said, “We were created three centuries ago, by order of the mages council. We were gifted life by our mother, Sorceress Egantha and given the title of 'Defenders of the Realm'. We were the protectors of this land and it's inhabitants during two civil wars and are still the greatest line of defence against the incursion of evil.” A smug look stole across his face. “We were made to be the best of all magic could offer.”

“Is that why you pissed yourself when we first met?”

Irritated, Kincade looked over to Traget. “And where, exactly, did you come from?”

Traget shrugged her wings, losing altitude for a moment before climbing back up next to Kincade again. “I was made by a sack of shit with a dick on two legs. It was during a war and we were meant to be used against gryphons, which were similar to you, but lion where you are horse. My ancestors may have killed everyone, the details are a bit fuzzy. There isn't much to say beyond that.”

Kincade looked surprised. “You insult your own creator? The father of your species?”

With a growl in her voice, Traget said, “We were made to be expendable soldiers. Self replicating weapons. He was a misogynist sadist who left massive defects in our design out of laziness, as well as including problems that would make our lives miserable just because he thought it was funny. He was evil without a single redeeming feature and there is not an insult I could use that his memory doesn't deserve.”

Spilling air from her wings and reducing power to her jets, she pulled away from Kincade. A dark fury began to well inside her as she flexed her claws. To know she only existed to kill, to be a means of destruction. Made to be a slave by a mage, without any magic of their own to rebel, in a world where magic had been the key to greatness. Envy took over as she looked back at Kincade. To have been made by someone who cared about you, who wanted you to be happy and healthy. She needed a distraction.

Below, Port Hudley had come into view. She turned her attention to the city where, with the sunlight fading, it's streets were bathed in artificial light. Magical lamps fitted to poles lit up the moment darkness fell, allowing the inhabitants to enjoy a rich night life not experienced by smaller towns without local mages. Traget huffed irritably to herself as her eyes flicked across the lamps. Electrical lighting could do the exact same thing, without the need for a group of genetic fortunates lording over those who weren't blessed with the same born ability to cast magic.

Many strange bipedal creatures roamed the streets below and it took a moment for Traget to recognise them, the image bringing up memories of her history class as a child. Seeing a human for the first time, she was surprised how unsteady and clumsy they were. Before she could comment on this, the human she had been watching collapsed in a gutter and threw up violently. Realising she was watching a drunk human, she bit back her comment, grateful she hadn't made a fool of herself by saying something condescending.

Traget watched as humans and hippogryphs strolled around the streets below. Bars and restaurants and theatre. All this life, so reminiscent of her home world before the fools in charge destroyed it all. She could feel the anger building inside her as she watched below, jealousy at what these people had that she had lost. Forcing those thoughts from her mind, she began reducing altitude again, intent on finding a bar and drinking herself happy. As she was wondering what sort of currency these people used, Kincade darted in front of her.

Still unsure what she was, Kincade was certain the smart thing would be to get her looked over at the mages guild, they would know the right to do. He called out. "We just need to go over to the Mages Guild. Just to get you checked out.. In"

Traget stared at him for a moment, expression unreadable through her helmet. She supposed it made some sense that she would have to see this worlds leaders. A magical culture would no doubt have magical rulers. "Fine," she huffed, "Let's go to the mages."

The two swept down towards the tower in the centre of the city, some ten stories high, looming over the smaller buildings surrounding it. They landed outside the front gates, the ground shaking as Traget touched down. The single human guard on duty placed his hand on his sword at their appearance, but did not draw.

"May I help you?" The guard asked in a soft voice, watching Traget warily. She returned his gaze, interested in this biped. Towering more than a foot taller than her, he wore black leather armour with a thick belt running around his waist. Rather than the muscled and heavyset figure Traget had expected, this human was lean and lanky, more like a runner than a body builder.

"Hello, yes," Kincade hurried over, "I need to see a mage regarding, uh, regarding..."

"A reality tourist," Traget supplied.

"Yes, that." Kincade opened his beak and quirked up the flexible corners into a grin. The guard looked Traget over. He had no idea what he was looking at, but night shift guards at a mages guild were trained to deal with all sorts of nocturnal threats, from vampires and werewolves, through to the more obscure monsters that the mages themselves conjured up. Alert, but far from alarmed, he unlocked the main entrance and gestured inside.

"Please wait in the hall, I'll see who's on duty."

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Melissa ran down the stairs at the guard's summons, a joyful grin on her face as she went. The young mage had only recently graduated from college, the bottom of her class in every field of study she had trained in, having to take the final exam twice before she passed, but she had made it. She had the certificate to prove it and everything.

Skidding to a halt outside the main hall door, she composed herself. Walking over to a floor length mirror set in the wall, she checked herself over. A tall, overweight figure looked back at her. Pale skin with brown eyes over a nose too big for her face, with legs and arms that were slightly too short for her body, Melissa was far from the stunning beauty that mages were expected to be. Pleasant to look at, but always falling short of the unrealistic standards other mages set when they hid themselves behind powerful illusion and glamour spells. Carefully running her stumpy fingers through her white hair to straighten it, before patting down her green mages tunic, making sure the badge of the Port Hudley mages guild was prominently on display. Deciding this was as good as her appearance would get, she adopted a haughty, superior look suitable for a mage and entered the main hall.

Glancing around the room she spotted the night guard and two hippogryphs, one a rather drab brown looking creature, the other seemingly covered in armour plating. Strutting over to the three waiting creatures, Melissa spoke in the rude tone she had heard so many of her peers use when speaking to the lower classes. "What is the problem that it could not wait until morning, hmm?"

"If your Highness is too busy pulling hats out of rabbits, I'm sure we can come back when you cut the woman in half." The metal clad hypogryph spouted as it leapt to it's feet, it's voice suggesting it had been personally offended by Melissa's opening comment.

Melissa stared dumbfounded, running the metal one's comment through her head. It made no sense the second or third time she thought about it. What had the rabbit done to deserve such a fate? What woman was it talking about? Perhaps this one was mentally ill? "I'm sorry, but we do not deal with mental disorders. You should take your friend to the nearest hospital instead. Unless it is magical in nature..?"

How can it see? Melissa wondered as the metal one glared at her. The eye holes in it's helmet seemed full of blue light, surely nothing could be seen through that. As she looked closer at this creature, she realised it could not possibly be a hippogryph. The body shape was all wrong.

"Please excuse my friend. Traget is hung over." Kincade bowed to the ground before Melissa, giving her a thrill at such a display of respect from such a powerful creature. He continued, "And I was hoping I may speak to you in private, if possible?"

Nodding, Melissa glanced at the guard and said, "Guard, please stay here with...this one," before she led Kincade out of the room and closed the door.

The guard irritably scuffed his shoe against the floor as he turned to Traget. "Spoken to her every night for the past three months. She still doesn't know my name."

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"You can't possibly believe it to be a demon," Melissa scoffed at Kincade, after having heard his story. "People used to say that about hippogryphs when they were first created."

"Well, no, maybe not now that I have calmed down a bit." Kincade admitted, scratching his beak in embarrassment. "But at the time it was all so overwhelming. I just panicked a bit and thought, well. I just thought I had better check with you."

Melissa stood with her arms folded, a disappointed look on her face. Despite trying her best, she had barely scraped through in college, lacking any more than the most basic of magical talents. Now that she had been accepted into the guild, Melissa was desperate to prove she was as capable as her peers. After months of menial tasks and overtime shifts, the position of night mage had opened. Immediately putting her name down, she had been ecstatic when the role had been given to her, despite no one else wanting the job. Certain that within a few months she would have proven herself many times over to be the calm and dependable mage the townsfolk would all be asking to see, she would be promoted to be the on duty day mage. And then, Senior mage. Why, this time next year she would be running her own guild hall. No doubt her colleagues would see the mistakes they had made when they claimed she would amount to nothing. Not to mention the mean spirited pranks, such as leaving pork sausages in her bed, and replaced her cooking utensils with a trough. If she just had a chance.

But here she was now, with the first person to visit the guild at night in more than a week, who thought someone was a demon just because they wore funny armour. The very idea that such a demon could enter the true realm without the Mages Council noticing was ridiculous.

"Wait here," she said, before darting out of the room. A few minutes later she returned holding a crystal and a book. Showing them to Kincade, she explained. "There are no such things as different realities, magic proved that long ago. This will test if Traget has come from another dimension. Come on."

Walking back to the entrance hall, she headed over to Traget. "If your metal clad friend there is demonic, this will tell us."

The guard jerked his head up at that, suddenly alert to danger.

“I'm not a demon,” Traget said, “I'm from another reality.”

“Magic has disproven the multiverse theory long ago,“ Melissa said, ”There is only one reality, this one. So don't bother telling that story.”

Standing in front of Traget, Melissa smiled condescendingly before flicking through her book. Finding the chapter she was looking for, she quickly held the crystal up and concentrated on the energy flow, activating it. "There we are," she said, as the crystal pulsed green. Glancing at the book, she continued, "Green means..."

Slowly, she swept the crystal around the room, before pointed it back towards Traget. The blood ran from Melissa's face as the crystal lit up, a strong green glow emanating from it. Traget looked down at the crystal, aware that people might be getting the wrong idea. Before anyone could say anything, the guard threw a containment spell he had been working on, smashing into Traget's side and slamming her against the floor, her body glowing orange.

"You snot bumming shit!" Traget snarled, struggling to get up. The containment spell simmered across her body, crackling with energy as it tried to hold her down.

"I can't hold it!" the guard called to Melissa, "Get help!"

Kincade scrambled back as Melissa turned and ran into him. Shaking her head, she looked back at Traget climbing to her feet, the floor cracking beneath her feet. Melissa stared as she began to wonder how strong this thing was. If I can bind it, that will prove my ability. she thought as she grabbed the spell book and began searching for the right chapter.

"What are you doing? Get help!" the guard yelled again, glancing at Melissa. Seeing that she wasn't any help, he changed tactics. Loosening his magical grip on Traget, he began channelling energy towards a basic send demons back to their home dimension spell. While ineffective against powerful demons, he hoped it would be enough to expel this one from his reality.

"Stop throwing magic crap at me!" Traget snapped as another bolt of energy hit her. She swung herself around to point her lasers at the guard. "Why would I have come here if I was a demon?"

Melissa held her hands forwards, charging her spell, magical energies roaring through her body before exploding from her palms, striking Traget and lighting her up with a blinding blue flash. Panicked now, not knowing what was going to happen, Traget fired her laser. The guard lost hold of the containment spell as he raised his hands to protect himself, only to watch as the green beam of energy hurled towards him bent back on itself and shot back over Traget's shoulder, reating violently with the guilds defense magics and vaporising the main entrance doors.

Melissa's head was pounding, her vision blurred and her magic exhausted. Sagging to the floor, she heard a scream of rage, before seeing Traget flaring her wings and storming across the room towards the guard.

"Stop." She murmured weakly, before calling out in a stronger voice. "You have been bound! I command you to stop!"

Traget staggered for a moment, suddenly unsure of herself. A medical report flashed across her HUD, informing her that the suit had detected some sudden changes in her neural scans. Electrical probes in her helmet fired, attempting to cancel the outside influence. Angry, confused and now severely disorientated, Traget decided to call quits on this world. Sagging to the ground, she activated her return beacon, signalling the system back on her home world to lock on and transport her back to her base.

The guard, seeing that Traget was weak, threw his banishment spell at her just a split second before she was pulled into her own escape portal. Conflicting powers struck each other in an explosion of silence. For a moment the world seemed upside down, twisting and distorting. A flicker of silver caught the guards attention as the entire mages guild vanished for a moment, replaced by an enormous room filled with hundreds of metal boxes connected by thousands of metal ropes. Before he had a chance to realise what happened, he was back in the mages guild.

Noise returned. Coughing, the guard looked about himself. The demon was gone, as was Melissa and the hippogryph.