My harshest lesson of life.

Mizetto's head was spinning, the moment he tore apart the hunter's leader, then asked his daughters to run, he had no idea what to do next. There were a few Human filths left, watching the bleeding, lifeless body of their leader, then daring to glare towards the Demon. There was also Ari ice-coated body. Which, as Mizetto tried to lift, after cradling her face for a moment, wasn't budging. The thugs around him soon regained their confidence, or perhaps had a new lust for blood after seeing their friend brutally murdered by Mizetto, beginning to crowd the Demon and frozen Angel with weapons ready. But above their threats, Mizetto heard other voices. They called out towards the commotion, and Mizetto recognised at least one voice, as much as it grinded in his ears. The members of the Taiyo clan were approaching, and Mizetto was sure they'd make Ari their top priority, try to move or revive her. Which gave Mizetto his decision, the members couldn't help with these thugs still around, so spitting in the face of one of them, Mizetto weaved his way around Ari, taking in the details of her face once more, as he doubted whether he'd return or not from this, before heading off into Baransu, taking all the hunters with him. He remained in their sights until Mizetto was sure they were far enough from the light clan, before putting up a stone wall between the thugs and himself, hopefully insuring Mizetto's escape. Next he needed to find Clue, who'd done a similar tactic and taken the main bulk of hunters deep into Baransu with him. 

Following the found of magic flashes, Mizetto broke into sprinting. He turned a corner and almost crashed into a single by-stander, their existence alone being a surprise during times like this, when man hid inside when fights broke out. Mizetto had knocked them over, making a hood fall back and reveal their golden hair and eyes, terrified eyes. Mizetto could tell they were Human, but didn't have time to care further, leaving the civilian where he'd accidentally knocked them over and continued to run. Eventually Mizetto made it to Clue, in time to see his friend being swarmed by all the magic users. Clue called out, but Mizetto simply glared at all the thugs, quickly noting which ones had weapons and which were using magic. One that Clue had incapacitated, though could still fire his lightening magic, then two that Mizetto saw creeping to the sides in the hopes of flanking the Wolvine. Mizetto thrust one hand forward, fingers flicking as his Earth magic responded to the ground underneath the three he'd targeted. From beneath each of them, the earth caved in, causing all them to sink, those not prone were made so, and once enough of them was covered, Mizetto turned his wrist. The earth then closed up over the top of them, leaving only a small bump on the ground where the three had been. They were now buried alive, either waiting to be dug out by their friends, or struggle hopelessly until they ran out of air. Mizetto didn't care. His attention turned to Clue, and the other thugs who'd stopped momentarily to watch the earth magic user bury three of their comrades. "I'm not goin' anywhere you big ball of fur. Not without my best friend." Mizetto announced over. The words seemed to mean something to Clue, and for a second things seemed a little more hopeful. Then there was a flash of arcane light, it sucked in the air, and all heat around it. Mizetto just saw the stream of bright yellow-ish light flash by his side then disappear, and then he lost all feeling to his right arm. There was a sickly smell of burnt flesh, and then pain hit Mizetto from the right side of his body, causing him to judder forwards and collapse onto his knees. To the side, his confused eyes saw a horror, the charred remains of an arm, his arm.