Christopher was finishing a cigarette as he heard the laughing voices of two girls walking up the street. Noticing it was the two girls from the bar, he took a step forward, greeted by the same aura of energy from before in the bar, proving that there was something about her that was different from everybody else. His curiosity once again shifted to worry as the two goons from before passed by the alleyway close behind the girls, reminding him that he wasn't the only one who could sense energy in that tavern this evening. Tossing the cig to the ground and stomping it out, he slipped his lighter into his pocket and quickly stepped out of the alley, making himself more scarce to the pair than they were to the girls in front of them.<br/><br/>Climbing a wall to the next roof, he jumped from building to building. Slipping an earpiece into his ear, he tapped it and it roared to life with a strange sound of moaning mixed with a buzzing. Rolling his eyes, he sighed and spoke into the microphone.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#666600">"Ann, get your head out of your ass and help please."</span>The moaning stopped, and soon after the buzzing noise as a female voice came over the speaker.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Goddamn you, Chris. It's gonna be hell to pay if you keep cutting off my sessions like this." </span>Christopher rolled his eyes and jumped to the next building, noticing the men drawing closer.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#666600">"Just prep for evac. I've got an Unknown Entity and two bogies trying to take it. If I have to repay you for this so be it."</span>He heard a laugh over the other end, and he rolled his eyes.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Oh, angelboy, you've signed a death warrant on that one. Over and out, killer."</span>Something told him he could doubt that one as he jumped down from a one-story shop and turned a corner.<br/><br/>The girls had finally caught on to the two men following them and had ducked into an alleyway, probably thinking there was through-way to the other side so they could escape the two assailants. The impending scream from one of them told him they had failed. Christopher quickly closed the distance and turned into the alleyway, picking up speed and ramming straight into the smaller of the two men and slamming him into the wall of the shop. The form crumpled to the ground, probably passed out, just as the second one turned, a knife protruding from his arm as if having been stabbed by one of the girls.<br/><br/>Christopher smiled to the demon standing before him, eyes red as crimson, sharp yellowed fangs, and a hell of a scar across his left eye.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#666600">"Oh damn, seems somebody got to you first, eh?"</span>That earned him a hissing scream from the demon as he launched at Christopher. Grabbing the demon by the neck and groin, he launched him over head, slamming the mass into the ground behind him head-first. The second demon stood up in the meantime and launched at him from behind, stabbing him through the back with his hand. Christopher let out a scream in pain and turned to the grinning demon, his anger flaring as his hands began to glow brightly in the dark alley.<br/><br/>In a burst of white feathers, two large wings exploded from his back, stretching as far as they could in the small space of the alley. This caused the demon to stumble back in horror, falling to the ground as he realized his mistake. Christopher traced a line in the air in front of him, light remaining in the place as he traced a cross. The light then twisted and formed into a gleaming broadsword, which Christopher took into his hand and swung without effort, cleaving the cowering mass in two. The demon exploded into black ashes in a final scream. Without turning his head from the two women in front of him, he swung the blade in an arc behind him, dealing a similar fate to the devil who had turned to make his escape, exploding in the same way. With a deep breath, the young man placed a glowing hand over the bleeding wound, binding the skin and tendons back into place until it was fully healed.<br/><br/>Just as quickly as the spectacle had happened, it had vanished, leaving two young women and a mere bartender with a bloodstained and ripped back to his prim tuxedo. Christopher, in an attempt to make things less awkward, pulled out his pack of cigarettes and flipped it open, offering it to the two.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#666600">"Care for a light, ladies?"</span>