A blinding light seemed to flash as Mark stepped from the Angelic plane into this one without so much as looking where he was going. It wasn't like cars were driven anymore, and people were moving quickly from one place to the next afraid to look at one another, let alone looking at someone who stepped out of nowhere. Not in these times. Mark quickly made his way across the street and smashed out a boarded up window for a bar called Swords and Suds... a place that had once been his fathers and mothers... but now was just a rundown place, just like the rest of the world. It had been prepared though. Throughout the time he had been training, the outside looked unchanged, but the inside was done up well... especially the basement, which had had to be added. It was a large enough place to hold at least a hundred people comfortably... maybe more.
Mark heard screaming in the street and came out, drawing a blade with white writing on it that seemed to glow slightly. Mark stepped into the street to see a couple demons land and start reaching for one of the few people on the street. Mark was across the street and the demons head was rolling in the blink of an eye, the other, a mere watcher, tried to flee, but as it took off, Mark jumped into the air, getting higher than the S&S before slashing his blade downward, sending a glowing white arc from the tip of his blade through the demon's wing, Mark hit the ground running and was beneath the beast with his sword held high in the air when the demon landed on it. He shook the demon off, with drew a white cloth and cleaned his blade though the cloth never seemed to stain. He quickly resheathed his sword and headed back inside the bar.