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Reaper tilted her head down in thought of Ultima's answer. Which made another question form in her mind. "Then why didn't you go to him? For all you knew I wasn't even here.."

Teresa calmly leaned over and suddenly whacked him over the top of his head. "..no need to get roudy.....Now...we need to find Wedsday...and see what his intentions are....how we go about that I don't know yet.."

Teresa narrowed her eyes on Ultima. "..I don't have a temper...if he starts a fire around me I'll kick his arse..."

Her memory going back when she was laying on the floor with Wedsday across from her. Him completely naked and he lit her clothes on firing making it impossible for her to move unless she wanted to be naked as well. Teresa would've growled but considering Ultima mentioned the temper she kept her mouth shut.

"Then about you go to the hotel and I'll go to his blasted clothing shop..and i promise to not burn it down with my temper.."

Out on the edge of the wilderness where the path in and out lays a small assembly of individuals stood around. Nearly all of them where clothed in heavy leather, from their gloves to boots. Underneath they wore armour for protection. Their heads where protected by a fully enclosed helm. They had arrayed themselfs around an individual who stood tall, he wore the clothes of a priest, but beneath his humble robes where armour like those that flanked him. His head was open to the air and it showed the battle scar remains of one who had fought many a long battle, of which even robed him of sight in his right eye. Hung at his side was his holy artifact, a flame thrower consicrated and blessed by the head of his order, it's flame being that of heaven's justice. Combat shotguns where held at the ready in the hands of those around him.

One individual approched him from the wilderness, "My Lord Inquisitor Fischig, we have scouted the area, the reports are correct, heretical and daemonic activity is high in the area." Fischig turn to regard the man, "You have done your job well Judas." He called the man the name which all of the Iscariot called themselves, Judas in remeberance for he who had sold out the lord. "We shall hold here for now untill Ava arrives, then we will sweep through them."

Fischig raised his rosette, displaying his rank, to Ava, "Yes child, I have felt it. I have no need for eyes to feel that blight upon my soul." His hand absently griped the flamer, "That is why we were sent here, under orders of the Ordo Malleus with aid provided by section XIII, the Iscariot to clean this land of that taint. To passify the area and bring them to the light of God in Heaven. It is in his name that we do the work set for by his most holy church." Looking over the completly concealed, "Are you ready to walk into the mouth of hell." He was ready to perform the last rights of any of them felt their faith wavered, but he didn't not expect the need to do so, these were all individuals raised from birth to combat such things as they were walking into.

"We shall move deeper into the woods. Just outside of the town, we will lay an ambush for any that come by. Capture them and subdue them. There are to be no executions at this point. Move out." Guns lowered as bodies moved, shifting from firing position to another after another. Keeping up a constant vigil they moved quickly and efficently. Once he could see the trees thinning he motion with his hand and the party stoped. Spreading out among the trees in four groups of three. Each setting up a watch as the others would sleep through the night. "We move at day break."

Fischig had withdrawn the Malleus Maleficarum from beneath his robes and was reading deeply from it. He read for a while, not taking the time to notice Ava, when he had finaly finished a section, "Ava, sleep, the Iscariot shall protect us through God's will tonight. There will be much work for us in the morning." Turning the pages slowly his mind wandered over the text, how it detailed different uses of torture, ways of finding the foul witch. As the light faded he placed it once more under his robes before knealing in silent prayer before rest.