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He saw the demon. But it was like not demon he'd ever seen before. Bigger - more heavily armored.

"Nathan," he whispered "how are we supposed to deal with that?"

He readied his shotgun, glad to have something so powerful - but would it be powerful enough?

-He cocked his head to the side, glaring briefly at the human who spoke, before stomping his left foot on the seat of an upturned swiveling-chair; as it flipped into the air, sparradically, he roundhoused it with his right leg, sending this makeshift projectile directly at the only scrap of cover the humans could use: the table; as soon as his right foot hit solid ground, he withdrew from the room from whence he had entered...-

Anne blocked the beast with a strong blow of her left arm, dropping her pistol on the ground.
She was surprised he did not go down with her first attack... but it was obvious the enemy was sending his strongest minions. The wicked look in his eyes irritated her. She flipped her SAW in her one hand and butted him in the face with it, watching as he fell backwards from the force.

-The chair was only a distraction... a distraction to be used for means in temporarily postponing the slaying of these; when he had entered the human controlled room, Lucifer spoke in his mind, telling him of a much more dire mark... he, that is, his lord, went on to assure him that his fellow slayer, with which he was contesting this kill, could handle these hunters on his own... after the connection with Lucifer severed, he exitted the human controlled room, just as the two hunters made their escape through the skylight... not choosing the subtle approach to leaving the structure, he leapt through a partially broken window, and twenty feet below to the ground, landing in a crouch, before straightening, making his way to the shadowed side of the buildings, and scaling the clocktower's wall with his clawed hands... once he reached the apex of his climb, the balcony, he closed his eyes, and breathed deep... testing the air of faith... sure enough, he could smell the hunters he just ran up against... but far off in the west district, near the run-down armory, there more than... 30 hunters..! What a mark, indeed! He immediately leapt off the balcony; this time, propelling himself forward quite a great distance as he descended... landing in a roll, ontop of another roof. He would continue this process until he entered the killzone...-

-The searchlights' attentive shine panned out about forty feet... but their light could not pierce the opaque, as Cetanu peered out from behind the overturned human escort vehicle(truck); many a demon had tried to infiltrate this fortress, and all who had, had met their death in doing so; this structure, renamed Sanctuary Alpha, was heavily protected with newly constructed, thirty foot concrete walls, intermeshed with steel guirders for extra durabillity... atop these walls, were flat walkways, with four foot ledges to provide cover when firing... hunters regularly patrolled them as they made their way to and from the four spires; four spotlight-topped outposts, manned by numerous hunters and packing auto-targeting machine gun turrets; when he had higher elevation, he also saw inside the walls of the construct; in the center of the four walls, a smaller, one story building lay, with several hunters patrolling the roof... there was more to it, than that, as nuetrals, with their blank, grey aura, were ushered in past the building's doors, then descended into the earth itself. After a moment of thought, he closed his eyes and attempted mental contact with the Hunter Slayer who, for now, had responsibillity for his kill; it was as if his mind took wing, soared through solid objects, past nuetrals, other demons, and into the area of his last hunt, where the other slayer lay... only the other slayer would be able of hearing him, as he spoke.-

Cetanu: "Your prey... it escapes."

((I'm present, but stuck to observing until RyoSW responds; my next courses of action depend upon our little chat. D;, ))

((heh, sorry, I have had problems with me connection))

Mystic picked himself up, adjusting his wolven jaw. As you said, MY prey. Stay away from my hunt. He put his nose to the air, catching their scent and making his way through the back alleys after them.