Glynn turned on the spot, the demon had heard him? He smiled. "All I need is my sword and a body bag, demon. Mark me down for an assassination. Attempt would not be the right word however. More like, success." He grinned even wider, this easy? "I'm going to kill him, then the rest of your Chaos gods, they have no right to be here." He should kill this simpering fool as well. The sword was in hand before he knew it. Jenkel was older than Glynn himself, forged by the gods in a time of darkness. The very presence of it normally being enough to cause demons to itch in unease. It was the great reaper. "tell me Demon, where do you go when you die? hell? Heaven? I've never found out what happens after I purify your kind." In a flash the sword was put away and Glynn turned around. He opened the door to a seemingly deserted room and started getting ready. From curiously deep pockets he began pulling all number of objects from books to daggers and began to arrange them based on his need. It would be no easy fight, it was a battle of gods.