((Alright. You sleep well too Cif!))
???: Well, if you couldn't see, I'm forcefully punching your stomach. As for your mind... I'm going to break you... I'll make you beg for death, as that will be the only way you could escape the hell I'm about to drag you through, you angelic trash. *The demon continued to punch Clare, sending shocks all the while. He had hit her stomach multiple times, her chest a few times, her head got a good punch to both cheeks and both her sides got a punch*
Clare breathed heavily, her body shaking as the demon continued to punch her. Despite the constant pain and the continued assault, the wolf's resilience remained firm; she showed no signs of begging for death.
...I've had... RGH... worse, she thought, right in the middle of a particularly nasty hit to the stomach.
I'm going to have terrible internal bleeding, probably. But I'd rather endure this than help to bring the demon inside of Alka back.(I may or may not still be here in an hour, depending on things. If I disappear for more than an hour, do not expect me back until sometime after 12:00.)