Zhang Zhi

Zhang Zhi held his pose for a seemingly endless moment. His fist had barely touched the Marilith, but where it had impacted, the weight of ten thousand years had fallen all at once upon the demonic creature. Even it's immortal body could not stand the impact, and it slumped to the ground. Zhang allowed himself no satisfaction, however. Once of their companions had passed beyond the veil, if only temporarily. After a moment, he slowly relaxed his pose, and moved to stand guard over their fallen comrade and his savior.

I, too will stand guard, and I, too wonder what this creature was, and what it's motives were.