The Hunt is On [open]

[Hoshiko]

A silver arrow pierced the smoke that wafted throughout the abandoned warehouse, and narrowly missed a fleeing figure. It imbedded itself into the wall over their head, as the silvery-blue light that engulfed it sizzled, and dimmed.

"Dammit - " Gina cursed under her breath, as she lowered her elegantly engraved crossbow to the ground. Then, she gave chase, Her small golden wings fluttering in the breeze as she continued pursuit. Her armor clanged together as she ran at full pelt, as she was determined not to lose sight of him.

The demon still did not stop to fight back. It was possible that he tried to loose her first, so that he got an opportunity to strike. But she did not give up. "Don't you DARE run from me, coward!" She yelled, as her soft voice echoes through the empty halls and rooms. It was awefully quite in the warehouse, except for the sounds of running footsteps. There was no way this demon would even think to slow down. He tested her, and she sure as hell did not like it.

[Cerberus]

He just HAD to get found.

Not only by an angel, oh no, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that holy cross bow. A long range weapon was the best to work against Lucifer’s guard dog, since he was a close quarter’s terror. He wasn’t even sure if his flames could get right to her with that weapon sitting right in the way. As he kept moving in a much faster speed the any human, his sharp ears caught the whistle of a flying objective. Cerberus barely dodged it; that was way too close. “…Whoa…” He muttered as he looked back at the deadly arrow, before taking off in a full run. He nearly stumbled, realizing he hadn’t got used to biped running. That’s what you get for scouting around an area allowing yourself to think no mortal and certainly no angels would come around. His mistake of the day.

For the most part, his other heads weren’t helping the situation any. ‘Fucking bitch is right on your ass!’ One of his heads roared at him, both being his extra ‘eyes’ to watch her movements behind him. ‘Yeah, that arrow kind of reminded me of that.’ He shot sarcastically, mentally shuttering to how close that arrow got to giving him a “hair cut” so to speak. He had also been stupid enough to stay in his human form, only her sudden presence and attack had forced his more animalistic features to break through the skin. His entire talon like claws had shattered his human nails, his dew claws had even penetrated out of his wrists and through his boots like his toe ones. His teeth had also lengthened greatly, the tips sticking out of his shut lips, and even his dreadlocks had changed back to his oozy black tentacles. At least his whip like tail was out to help, keeping his balance, and helping his grab onto obstacles to make swift movements around them to get out of her range.

He wasn’t even there to fight with the heavenly warrior, or any for that matter. The famous hell hound had simply been on the trail of another matter, when he encountered this rather zealous angel. One that seemed to want to get him to fight, with the last word that came out of her mouth. Coward? His brow spiked as his nose crinkled on the same side of his face, making a rather comical look of a commonly used abbreviation in the mortal world.“ You came at me, woman! What was I supposed to do?” He called over his shoulder, using his claws to slam into a wall and make an extremely sharp turn out of her way.

(Sorry, it's not that great -_-')

[Hoshiko]

Hoshiko pelted at the ground, in an attempt to catch up with the man. He was awefully fast, and there was something familiar about him. Maybe if he stopped for a few seconds, she would have a chance to look at her victim. She could not get another clear shot with her crossbow, so she was very frustrated.

His voice echoed through the halls as he yelled back at her. Something about what he said seemed quite amusing, but she showed no signs of childish laughter. She was as serious as her mortal mentor several years back in Japan. She considred shapeshifting into something faster, but for that, she needed a few minutes for the transformation, and she did not have that kind of time. One minute break, and she would most definatly loose sight of him.

She felt her chest tightening. Her heart beast abnormally fast, as she struggled to keep her breath. She could not keep at this for much longer, so she had to do something.

Clearing her mind, for only a few seconds, she tried to tap into her other power. The first thing that came to mind, would have to do. She heard a big crash up ahead, possibly near where the man could be running. She felt the ground shake slightly, and some of the walls started collapsing. Luckily the warehouse was vacant.

It was a large concrete slab. She wanted to stop him somehow...find out who he was. The concrete was the first thing she could think of to stop him in his tracks. She did not want to kill him yet, but moreso find out who he was. She only hoped it wasn't a half-breed, or else she would be in big trouble. She skidded to a stop, and took in large gasps of breaths, as she turned the corner to find a huge mess of debris.

She did not know if she stopped him, or he may have missed the crash. Her thought projection power may as well fail her.

"I thought demons can put up a good fight? What kind of demons run when they are attacked? Bloody vermins -" She said to herself, not knowing if the man was listening or not.

[Legion]

Legion discarded the prostitute's body like a sack of potatoes. Blood still pooled from the knife gash which had torn through her jugular. He chuckled. Why play Grand Theft Auto when the real thing is so much more fun?

He ditched the blood-stained hunting knife beside her body. He had been wearing gloves, so there was no need to worry about fingerprints.

His laughter died as he saw a flash of white light and felt the presence of an approaching angel. Kill, kill, kill! Luluth sang out greedily. Legion shifted into his true form. He summoned his battle-axe into his hand, reveling in the feel of the weapon.

With a flash of light, Legion copied himself twice. The clones weren't as strong as him, but they were formidable opponents and served as great diversions.

Legion and his copies quickly found the source of the problem: an angel wielding a holy crossbow. And...was that Cerberus? He would love to taunt one of Lucifer's favorites about needing his ass saved.

He directed his clones, using hand gestures to show them where to hide and attack from. One from the side, and one from the rear. He himself would attack from the front. It was a great plan, and his abilities were well-suited for the angel's weaponry. The bitchin' thing about a crossbow was that it took several seconds to reload it...which was practically an eternity in a fight.

Legion showed himself and charged forward with a tremendous battle roar. Charging against an enemy with a ranged weapon was a pretty dumb idea, but he was certain he could dodge the bolt.

[Cerberus]

He kept up with his swift dash, his claws suddenly digging into any obstacle to support his movements. Even though he needed his claws to steady himself for turning, Cerberus couldn’t help but he proud of himself. First time being attacked by an angel in a biped state, and from his other head’s laughter at the female angels face, he was doing pretty good. ‘ She hadn’t seen you on all fours.’ One sneered as it watched her expression, the other kept muttering about how Cerberus should turn and obliterate her (and he quotes) ‘ugly mug’. The middle head of the Gate guardian said nothing to reply to that. He instead listened to his external surroundings, waiting for a much angrier version of the angel’s soft voice to rattle the windows due to his reply. His shaggy brow moved slightly to that; no retort? Not a single sound of being offended? ‘ What’s she thinking…’ He thought, more as a rhetorical question to his own head instead of a literal one to his other heads. What did she think she’d accomplish killing him? Why was she so determined to do so? Did she even know who, or rather what he is? Three brains at your disposal could cause over thinking, but it then proved to catch more details. Like being attacked when your swamped with thoughts.

‘SHIT!’
‘Idiot, look out!’

His human head shot up to look ahead, his hazel eyes widened at the sight before him. He could only watch it somehow move, realizing he couldn’t stop quickly enough at such a speed. He sighed, though he had a small smile on his face.‘Too bad…I liked this coat’His clawed looked boots dug into the solid floor, his knees bending to make a straight leap right at the concrete barrier. A sizzling sound came from the flying hell hound, the material of his brown coat slowly started to dissolve off his body. He suddenly slammed his dripping claws to spin himself, his only half clothed back slamming into the concrete and the acid from his skin gnawing away at it. Cerberus felt the weight come right down on top of him, presenting as much skin to that heavy material to burn it all away. A fanged grin formed; doubt that fit any form of protocol, but he wasn’t dead. His sensitive ears wiggled as he heard her speaking to herself, giving a nasal ‘huff’ to emitting some more acid. Women. The acid had lightened his load greatly, allowing to push through and present himself in the center of the pile.

“ Don’t worry, We usually do…” Cerberus noted, just as he stood from the burned away rubble. He got to his feet, his jacket was completely gone from his acidic skin and he only had on a very thick black wife beater (with large burn holes) and torn jeans. “ When we actually have intention of obliterating angels like -. ”He cut himself off, the rancid stench of another demon…no… the smell seemed to double, triple. All three heads of the Hell Hound snarled, both in the mind and the middle open, openly.

“Legion…”

[Hoshiko]

Hoshiko cursed to herself. The demon just managed to pass through the concrete slab, just as it dropped like an anchor in the middle of the corridor. It was worth a shot. Now she only wondered if the demon was still here. It was possible that he found a chance to escape, now that the chase is temporarily on hold, so to speak. So she attempted to suprise the beast.

In her mind, if the being was a demon, kill him. She had no patience for talk, except if she wanted to know who her victim was. But if she had the opportunity to vanquish them, then she did not dare to hesitate. She was not a hunter for nothing.

Turning on her heal, Hoshiko went back down the corridor she had come, and went down another path to the left. If she could find a way to reach him, by catching him off-guard, then her job would only be half-complete. With careful steps, she reloaded the crossbow where several arrows materialised in silver light, already loaded in her weapon. She held it out in front of her, ready to fire when the time is right.

She wandered down the hall until she reached a large open room, filled with all sorts of machinery. It was awefully quite since the factory is no longer operating, so the machines where down. Large tanks sat stationed at various parts of the room, while a conveyer belt hung over her head. She only wondered what they were doing in here.

"Come out, little demon...." Her voice was soft, yet teasing. She loved teasing her victims, only because she enjoyed watching them put up a fight. She slid behind a row of shelf which were postiioned parallel to the wall on her left. Hopefully, she can watch the menace when he entered the large room. Being a huntress, she can wait all day.

[Legion]

(OOC: Hoshiko, you have ignored the fact that my character is charging towards you, screaming, wielding a deadly weapon.)

The debris cut the true Legion off from the angel, causing him to curse in disgust. Still, he could sense his clones closing in on her from the rear. Despite his battlecry, the angel seemed unaware of his presence. Was she deaf? True, the crash had been loud, but he would be surprised if she hadn't heard his battlecry.

Legion looked for another way to reach the angel. He crossed through another corridor to hear the angel's taunting grow louder. He was getting closer. He emerged into a room filled with old, unused, dusty machinery. His clones entered the room facing her, leaving him able to sneak up from behind. This time it was the clones who let out the battle cry. They charged forward with their hellish axes, ready to slice and dice the angel. She could certainly shoot one of them, but both?

[Cerberus]

With a dog like shake, Cerberus cleared the pebbles of sharp rubble from his head and upper body. Seeing he wasn’t in any immediate attack, he looked down to see how his acidic pores had worked so suddenly in a new kind of body. Not bad, by the panel of three heads, seeing all around him was surrounded by baseball sized fragments and crumbs. He gave a relaxed sigh, rubbing his back to feel only a few open cuts that weren’t bleeding. One swift leap over the mount of stone and landing on all fours, all three sets of eyes looked around for possible sign of a sneak attack. As he stood, his brow was arched; Where had the angel and Legion gone? And what was the idiot doing here anyway? ‘Knowing that little pussy, he’s trying to show you up’ One head suggested mentally, making the other snarl so loud if it had been heard by human ears, it would shatter an ear drum or two. The hell hound had never been a fan of Legion since his creation, and due to his “closeness” (so to speak) with the King of Hell, he doubted the multiple demon wasn’t too fond of him either.

A loud cry caught his sensitive ears, whipping his head in the direction of the sound. The next sound that took away from that was the sound of his two other heads burst out ‘laughing’ at the sound before. ‘ Master certainly didn’t teach him much ’ One said between laughter, the two toned voice pouring with mockery and disrespect. The middle head said nothing, not really finding pleasure in comparing such threatening roars between two claimed monsters. Cerberus’ side heads always thought Legion was a joke, could never take him seriously even if he beat the hell hound in battle. He could smell the scents collecting together in one area, knowing Legion was going to strike right away and his other heads were encouraging the canine to watch. Cerberus looked to a broken window high above, seeing a simple way to just get out and just leave the two to battle it out. He felt no loyalty to Legion, so he felt no drive to stand by him. All his heads agreed on that, but the others continued to push. “ Fine…” He finally gave in, his claws digging in again to dash towards the room he could easily track them too. His tentacles twisted and squirmed eagerly on his head and down his back as he finally walked into the room, watching the scene unfold with uninterested eyes.