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Demi heard even more curing and shooting, which could only mean that the demon was sadly, still in the game. But he did get the strangest of surprises. A stray hellhunter ran underneath and into his box!

The stunned hound had no idea how it got here, but the sight of blue paint on its tail meant it must have came across an opposing team member. If it wanted to help him on his patrol then who was he to turn it away? "C'mon little buddy, we got boils to shoot down." He could practically hear the hunter grunt in approval before moving alongside him.

Poor Jericho got replaced as part of the dream team.

He thought he had been moving in the right direction. He thought he had stomped off and left Junko in the fog. But there she was.

"D'y'havva twin?" he asked, pointing his paintball gun at her. Had that thing on the back of her head grown a body? "Mistress?" he muttered.

Well. Whatever. He pulled the trigger. KILL THE TWIN.

"You're th'stalker!" he sneered, popping off another shot in the ghoul's general direction. "I was mindin' my own business'ere!"

"Nuh uh! If you were minding your own business you'd be on your own side." Junko retorted with a little pout, a pout that turned into a shocked look of despair when her vision suddenly turned red.

He...

...He shot her...!

Junko's lip quivered and she pursed her lips, brow furrowing. S-stupid West! She didn't even get to hit anyone. She failed! Again! Twice in a row now! She was going to have to apologize to Riley again. She sighed and propped her gun up on her shoulder, removing her helmet. "YOU SON OF A b***h I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT JUST YOU WAI--" Her shrieks echoed throughout the field. She was pissed.

Annnnnnd the helmet went right back on. Her angry screams and shrieks could still be heard, though they were muffled by the helmet. Junko winced, able to hear them louder than she would if she had no helmet on. "Good game." She told West as she trudged off the field.

A chorus of shrieked threats and profanity filtered up and over the entirety of the playing field and Seiji froze in his tracks. That was the mistress, and if she was that pissed, then something had surely happened to Junko. She'd been hit, she was out.. Mother ********.. There would be payback, oh yes there would. Growling under his breath, Seiji moved out in the direction the shouting had been coming from. Finger resting on the trigger of his paintball riffle.

He meant business now.

As a flash of bright red and raw rage wandered past him he let loose a barrage of paint shot, cutting a red line across the other boil's torso in an angled arc. He was so. dead.

West grinned slightly at Junko's retreating back. His victory wasn't as sweet as it would have been if he had actually been paying attention, but that was gong to change. He was going to be the stealthiest candlejackin' motha out here. He was going to...

The demon's eyes widened as he felt the splat of a ball of paint hit his chest. His teeth clenched and his hands balled into fists as he dropped his gun on the ground and turned to face...

Seiji?

"b*****d! YOU CHEATING b*****d! THISSISN'T OVER! WHERE'S JUNKO? I'MA COVER'ER WITH SO MUCH PAINT YOU WON'T EVEN RECOGNIZE'ER!"

West continued ranting as he took off in the direction he was sure Junko had gone in. Too bad it was the wrong one.

******** Ya! That was how you do it. Ripping his helmet off the Ghost boil popped his chest at the wrath demon in the universal sign for 'Ya? What you gunna do?'

Punk.