Nimz: He kept his eyes closed shut as he was certain that the enchantment only worked with eye contact. His mind racing in wondering what that was. He had never felt in such a way it was as if something short circuiting in his brain. A voice started calling out to him in that instant as he started to get much more tense from his mind racing. The voice saying "Make her yours" repeatedly. In an instant his expression had changes as a dark shadow cast over his face. Adding a dark abyss layer on his skin tone as his tongue slithered out from between his lips and traced his bottom lip only to stop at the corner. It was as if he were a completely different person. The enchanted glare had now turned into a strong lust for her as the right side of his mouth turned into a sadistic grin. His posture had changed from an honorable knight to a psychotic scientist. His pupil started to shrink. His glare changed from a enchanted glare to a more craved glare as he now scanned her frame in a more creepy manner. His tongue reverting back inside his mouth as he reached out for a different type of blade from his belt. It was a bright crimson throwing knife as it was alchemically created and bound by the phoenix feather. The blade was coated in a strong layer of heat which emitted around it like a aura. Heat waves bursting from the blade. He had full control of the blade as he could simply control the heat around it and have to do whatever he wished. In that moment Nimz could feel himself sinking into his mind as this dark fire was taking over his mind. It was as if he was getting burned with a flame of lust, a flame that was not his. He did not recognize it. It was no longer him in his body but a completely different person and Nimz was aware of this. He thought it was Anastasia who had hexed him again not knowing that this being was dwelling inside of him since he was very young. In an instant Nimz distant fighting style had changed as he threw the blade forward towards her and charged at her the same time. In an instant a black burst of fire shot out from beneath him and propelled him towards Ana in perfect speed of the blade. He knew she could see right through his move as she had the ability of enhanced observation just like he did. He knew exactly how to counter it. Be decreasing the air around the blade he would create small pockets in the atmosphere around the blades trajectory. Causing a very small vacuum as the path of the blade changed its course being sucked in like dirty being sucked into a vacuum cleaner. Nimz also changed his path as the blades trajectory was now aiming as Ana from the side. He wanted to tare her outfit. Completely expose her to him as he reached out for his crimson 23inch katana which he had rarely ever used in battle and lunged himself at her. His mind racing with the images of her flesh exposed to him. It was a craving which drove the madness behind this alter personality which had taken over the mind of the calm warrior. It was easy to tell that he was different. As both the throwing knife aiming for the side of her waste and his katana aiming to slice her dress from her chest and expose her breasts for him. "Its time to see more of you" He spoke in a Maniacal tone followed by a laugh tained with insanity. "I want to see more!"

Clytoria  A horrified expression was plastered across her face as she watched Nimz's expression change from light and playful to grim and dark. It was as if he had been possessed by something evil, but Anastasia couldn't figure out what had just happened. Blood was now running from the cut on her upper thigh and down her leg, staining her perfectly clean clothes, and enhancing the red colour in the mean time. She had no time to dwell on the injury, though, seeing as Nimz had taken out another one of his throwing knives, but this time, she was ready. Swinging her arms out in front of her her, gritting her teeth as a gush of wind shot out from her arms and towards the knife, flinging it in the other direction, and away from her. But, this is where she failed. Anastasia was caught by surprise when Nimz changed his line of direction, and hit her from the side; immediately knocking her feather-like weight down on the floor, hard. Her hair was displayed around her body as she was now rolled over onto her back, some of her fabric shreded around her waist and some of the clothing that was covering her breasts was torn away, but still hid the naughty bits. Raising her small arms which were clearly no match with his strength and pressed them against his chest, slightly pushing at it in the process. -

Nimz  Nimz watched helplessly as he attacked her in such a dishonorable manner. It hurt him in an instant that he could not prevent his body and his mind from stopping this assault on the beautiful maiden. He could see the expression on her face and this enraged Nimz in the darkest corner of his mind yet he could not do anything about it. His body continued to do its thing as the words continued to repeat in his head. He could see what this other personality wanted and he could see the image of her stripped down and chained up on top of a cased fireplace in the great hall of the guild covered in gashes and wounds which looked like whip marks. Her bare naked body displayed for everyone as he looked down at the whip and torn pieces of clothing in his hands. This thought replaying constantly in his mind as his body towered over the woman. He reached down and grabbed her by her hair as he took a free blade from his side and pressed the dull end to her throat pushing against her flesh. The sharp end of the blade facing him as he traced his tongue over the shining face of the blade. The bottom of his tongue tracing on her skin as his psychotic glare met with hers. Somewhere deep in his heart he could feel the feeling he had felt earlier but his mind just wanted her to be his little toy. He wanted to make her his play thing the image still playing on repeat in his mind. Her expression not changing as he pressed himself onto her. Tracing his tongue away from the blade and down the side of her neck. This lust wanted to her kick. He wanted to hear her scream as if it were music to his sadistic ears. His grin grew wider as his tongue coursed down to her shoulder and the dull end of the blade pushed down on her throat in attempt to cut the air from entering her lungs. He wanted to see her struggle. He wanted to feel her body quake under his weight completely forgetting that she was a powerful mage and the madness just wanting to tame her frame. His free hand bunched up her hair and pulled it back wanting to arch her spine and expose her neck even more for his blade. "You're such a pretty toy. I wanna see more." He could feel her pushing back as his Muscular frame held her in place.

Clytoria  -Now, Anastasia had seen Nimz up and down the Guild hallways and even in battle, and he always seemed so graceful. Never once had she seen him slip up while fighting, and to her, was a pretty powerful being. She never really figured out what he was, and she still hasn't but that never broke her line of thinking about him. Up until now. It was almost like a switch had been flickered in the other direction. He was the most sadistic of sadists, in her opinion. When his hand bunched up in her thick mane, she tried her best to fight against his strength, but he obviously won and drew her head back wards, forcing her back to arch and neck going back in such a way that it exposed more of her flesh. Her face tensed up in a wince feeling the cold metal of the dull side of his blade press up against her throat, digging into her airpipe. Forming her hands into fists, she began to pound against his chest harshly, screaming at the top of her lungs and hearing her screams echo off of the Arena walls. Little did she know that she was feeeding right into what he wanted. -

Nimz  The echoes filled the room as her voice grew desperately louder. He closed his eyes and a satisfying smile took shape on his expression as he closed his eyes listening to her screams filling up the room. Nimz had no choice but to watch at this point as her screams ate away at him yet being completely helpless in saving the damsel in distress he felt like a failed knight and a dishonorable warrior. It was as if he were dying in the darkness of his mind. His body dropped the blade which was pushing against her flesh and instantly clamped his palm in its place forcing her voice to cut for that moment. He held her there with his palm as the room fell to complete silence. He sat perfectly erect on top of waist as he could feel and sense her heart beat racing from his phoenix eye. He could see the blood pumping in her veins it a much greater speed. The lack of air had began to change her expression as he locked her neck down against the ground choking her. He could see the color of her skin going slightly red as Nimz could not take it anymore. He knew he was going to kill her. In that instant his heart had changed. He yelled out as loud as he could in a truly maniacal screech. "IM NOT DONE YET!! GO BACK!!" It was followed by a quick "Leave her alone!" In an instant his grip had let go as he allowed her to gain her breath once again. Only to kick back in a second after and cut her off mid gasp. He slithered his body on hers as he pressed his knee between her legs pressing it up against her crotch. He slowly started moving it rubbing it against her tender as he wanted her body to sway under him. Move to his every control and feel like the helpless girl. Nimz had returned back into the dark corner of his mind yet this time he knew that he could push himself back into his body. He continued to battle against the darkness inside of him as his body continued to abuse her.

Clytoria  - Her screams were halted by his meat-sized hand that wrapped around her delicate throat, pushing her head down onto the floor with his force. Anastasia began to cough reluctantly under his crushing grasp, feeling her face growing hotter and hotter the longer he held her there. Her face was now shining the colour of her still bleeding thigh, and the veins that ran along her temples and the centre of her forehead were sticking out in the process. Still, in horror and shock, she watched him as he had some internal conflict going on within himself. He couldn't decide on if he wanted to continue on with her or leave her be. Almost like he had a split personality. Anastasia felt his grip loosen from her throat for just a split second, that was enough to allow her to slip some oxygen down her throat and fill up her lungs before he cut her off once more in one swift motion. Due to her exhaustion, her powers weren't doing her any justice, which left her fighting with her body instead. She began moving her hips from side to side, trying to ignore his thigh that was rubbing against her mound and doing her best to loosen his grasp. In the mean time, her right hand shot up and met the side of his face, hard, as she continued to scream at the top of her lungs, doing her best to not choke on her own spit.-

Nimz  It was his final push as Nimz mustered up all his strength and pushed himself back into his body. His expression changed once again as he had returned to the honorable knight. His heart feeling as if it were about to burst out of his chest. He could not look at her. The guild had taken over his mind completely as he let go of her throat and stood up away from her allowing her to gain her posture. He took off his shirt and left it on the ground beside her so she could cover herself up a little from her torn shirt as he looked up at Fawk. The fear on her face tainting his mind as he thought to himself. He could not bring himself to face her as he clutched his hands on his head in attempts to maintain his conscious. The lust still there as he backed the dark lust back into his mind. He looked down on the ground as he dropped his two swords and all his throwing knifes to the ground completely dishonored. He wanted to take his own head. He did not know what to say or what to do at that moment. He glared to the ground completely lost as he could not hold himself up anymore. He curled up on the ground holding his head as if it were about to pop right off his shoulders. The only thing he could say to her was "Im sorry." He could not bring up the strength or face to speak to her anymore ashamed of what he had done to someone who he had truly enchanted his heart earlier. He felt as if he had invited her into battle only the defile her honor and innocence. Yet he built up enough strength to save the damsel in distress from himself.

Clytoria  - Anastasia pushed herself up shakily from both shock and the lack of oxygen that she was just now gaining back. She coughed as she was heaving for air, her small hand gingerly fingering her probably bruised throat. He shot himself off of her as if she were the one who was doing something wrong or as if she had the plague. She couldn't even bring herself to look at him in the eye. A small pool of blood formed under her where her thigh was lying, showing the amount that she had actually lost. Her mind was now just completely blank like she had been brainwashed. It took every ounce of her being to look over at the man, face twisting up in pure disgust. And she wasn't the only one who had been ashamed of his actions. He, himself, was disgusted. It seemed like he had not been that far deep into his alter ego for a long time. Glancing over at the door, she saw that it was quite a distance away from the two of them, and she didn't know what to expect next. Curling her legs underneath her and bunching up the front of her shirt with her other palm, she was at a loss. The only thing that she could think of was screaming once more, but formed words this time, calling out for help at the top of her lungs, even though the arena doors were shut. -

Nimz  Her voice filled the room again in a distressful help. His warrior instinct wanting to help but he no longer felt like a knight or a sword. He felt grotesque and extremely dirty inside. He couldnt even look at himself as he smoke out to her silently. "Im not gonna hurt you....." He looked at Fawk as it flew towards the girl and dropped a burning hot tear on her wound as Fawk watched it close and the blood lost slowly began to rebuild itself. The tissue and cells lost were back to normal as if the battle had never happened. Fawk than flew out to the door and with a massive gust if wind which it also controlled he burst the hinges in the seized gate leaving it open for her to leave. Nimz stood there like a statue lost in his mind in attempt to find out who exactly he was. He was a demon in his past who was of nothing but a brain washed black soul but he was no longer that boy. He was now a man on honor and a warrior who protected the damsel. He was not longer the killer who had taken multiple lives as he aimed to saved lives now. He had let himself down. He could not bring himself to look back at her as he knelt down and cleaned up the blood that he had spilt with the shirt which was left behind. He looked at Fawk as it returned to his side with a truly puzzled look on his face. Fawk than turned back to Anastasia and made sure that her leg was fully healed before she could leave.