Barely two seconds before the bullet reached the target the situation had changed. A guy in some fancy mech suit had shown up, and Zeke had no idea if he was a hostile or not. He didn't exactly have much time to assess the situation. The bullet was there one moment, on target, a guaranteed kill shot with nothing in its path. Next thing Ezekiel knew a scythe had materialized, instantly. Even his eyes couldn't match it's speed. Two small impact points appeared either side of the girl, a sure sign the bullet had he shorn into perfect halves. He re-sighted the girl as his breathing slowed back down, allowing him something like extra focus. Zeke wasn't the kind of guy to miss twice. It would just take a little patie-... "What the hell?" Zeke watched as the girl appeared to spontaneously combust, her entire form eaten up by the licking tongues of flame. He winced and pulled away from the scope, the magnified flames causing pain to his honed eyes. Zeke rubbed at them with his sleeve, putting his arm down just in time to see the great orange sky-burst. With one hand blotting out the glare of the sun he watched, with growing dismay, as balls began peeling from the great orange mass and raining over the amusement park. Their incendiary touch setting everything they came into contact with alight.
Wordlessly he stripped and repacked the rifle, placing it back in the rectangular case and snapping shut the locks, before slinging it over his back and in place. Though he was some distance away, Zeke managed to spot the still smoking form of the girl, she was headed into the fun house. The teenager groaned and dragged one hand down his face, knowing things were about to get tedious. There was no time to dwell however, there was still potential hostiles in the area, and everything was quickly going up in smoke. Ezekiel himself was relatively safe, just outside the area hit hardest by the flaming rain, but he was aware it wouldn't be long before things started getting hot.
Within a minute his feet were on the ground. Thick black smoke was already threatening to suffocate him, the fire had worked its way toward him at an alarming rate, he guessed the strong ocean breeze was fanning the great flame. If things weren't dealt with quickly the entire city would be put in jeopardy. He scowled, indecision tearing at his head. The fire fighters were still out there, they were the only ones equipped to deal with this situation right now, and it desperately did need dealing with. On the other hand, could he trust the mech guy to deal with that girl? Was he even her enemy? Friend?
Kill the girl, satisfy our cravings.
Ezekiel shook his head, as though it would banish the daemon's echoing desire from reverberating around his skull. His face contorted itself into an expression of almost inhuman anger. He'd have to trust the robot, for now at least. Of the two choices Ezekiel had decided on the former, this fire needed dealing with, now. He couldn't do a damn thing like this though, he needed to be stronger, far stronger. Ezekiel closed his eyes, allowing the intense heat of the fire wash over him in comforting waves. Slowly he began chanting, the words filled the air with static electricity, sounding foreign to his own ears, though he felt as though this was his native tongue. His shoulders and head dropped, the pace of the chant increasing. Streams of electricity jumped from Ezekiel's body to the ground as he started to practically shout the words. Horn nubs pressed at the skin beneath his forehead, his nails elongated into vicious claws. Ezekiel raised his head and the chant came to a close, his hair now a jet black, spilling over his shoulders and down his back. Slowly he opened his eyes, their usual green hue turned to a dank, rotten yellow. The colour of a dying sun. He held one hand before him, opening and closing it as he tensed his arm. "Yes, this will do."
Ezekiel leapt into the air, his body seemingly weightless as he bounded from point to point, avoiding the burning structures as best he could. He spotted the fire trucks, and something extra. The mech and now something else, something not quite human looking. Humanoid definitely, but human? No. Zeke was still unsure of their standing, but decided he was running out of time to find out. He landed next to the pair as the mech ripped a door from one of the trucks. Zeke stepped forwards, the flames casting a demoniac orange hue over his features as he approached the fun house. He craned his neck round, fixing the pair with a single yellow eye. "I don't know who you are, but you helped those men, I can guess neither of you are dark ones, I feel no malevolence." He spun the bar in his fingers, leaving it to rest against his shoulder as he turned his back on the pair. "I'm not exactly myself right now, but I know you aren't my enemies. We can hunt together if you wish, but I don't want to hurt you, so decide for yourselves. If you do come, I hope you've got thermal imaging, tin man. The visibility in there is about to drop slightly." His voice was a low rumble, a number of voices overlapping constantly.
With his free hand Ezekiel reached inside his pocket, pulling out a smoke grenade. He put it to his face, gripped the pin with his teeth and slipped it free. He launched it into the air, readying his pole like a bat. He swung it with devastating force, the canister barely held its form after the impact but its function seemed unimpaired. It smashed through the nearest wall of the fun house, filling the building with purple smoke. A primal roar thundered from his throat, a sound that promised one, simple thing. Death. Ezekiel lowered his head and charged through the wall of the fun house, the wooden walls providing almost no resistance. Immediately he was faced with a perception warping mirror. His head looked ridiculous. Ezekiel turned from the mirror and sighed despite himself, before stalking down the corridors, the hunter relying on his keen sense of smell. "I know you're in here, coward. Show yourself and pay for your crimes, you won't get away with this."
