Three.<br/><br/>Not exactly a mighty legion but infinitely better than initiating such a venture alone. The magus clearly understood their purpose here and the swift nod was enough to convey the agreement between the two individuals. This was reassuring as it gave some indication of the mans temperament. Some fools had themselves a sip of arcane power and lost their heads completely, prancing around as if they were the bastard child of Aleister Crowley and Lady Gaga. The lack of dramatic proclamations of fealty or oaths under the sight of Horus meant that when the time came the sorcerer would act swiftly dispensing with worthless gestures. Oh there were times where oblations and deific supplication was necessary but only a fool would draw things out longer than needed.<br/><br/>The golden eyed girl was speaking to the familiar. Kristoff wondered if she could actually make out what the feline was saying bizarre as the thought was he had seen much stranger things in his time. Something stirred deep in the back of his memory - recollections of gliding over ancient savanna on wings vast as night. There he had looked down upon the lesser predators feeling contempt for the cowardice of the hyena and jackals that turned their gaze to the ground shivering in terror of something that could end their mortal existences with but a single breath. It had been only the she-lion who had dared to glare up at him, her mouth smeared with the blood of a wildebeest and her golden eyes challenging even his dominance. The sheer defiance had been stunning and even as his mind sank back into the now Kristoff could not drive the leonine silhouette from his mind the eyes meshing with those of the young woman.<br/><br/>Perhaps this was important or it could be little more than supernatural chaff clouding his thoughts. That was the problem with the mystic, concrete ideas were ever fleeting and even truth itself was malleable.<br/><br/>Removing his right glove Kristoff extended a hand covered in scars. Each finger on its own seemed to bear as many wounds as a particularly unfortunate vet or zookeeper would reap across their career of husbandry. Anyone with medical knowledge would be amazed that the digits were functional at all given the amount of damage that they had seemingly received. Taking Andrea's hand in a firm grip but a few seconds of contact were exchanged. The sheer vitality hidden behind the girls outward demeanor was surprising. The intense life of it all this girl seemed out of place in the dead concrete heart of the London subway. Bearing a wreath in a field of Dionysian revelers felt so much more fitting but in this age and time it was not to be. Andrea upon touching Kristoff's maimed flesh would feel a different kind of warmth. An intense heat waning from the inside out   as the light of a star diminished across the great gap of space. And with that the contact was broken.<br/><br/>The 11:55 had arrived bringing with it a tainted presence. Kristoff's sense of smell was almost useless as all scents came off as variants of smoke but in his mind he imagined the scent of spoiled meats and the charnel house.<br/><br/>Turning to face the the younger girl mumbling to herself in the seats and the unassuming gentleman who even now looked at Kristoff as if he should be locked up in a mental asylum the exorcist spoke again for a final time before turning around to board the locomotive.<br/><br/>"This will be your last chance to back out of this business. I can't say for sure that you haven't already raised attention. Gods know just being here may be enough for you to have aroused something nasty that will follow you like your own damn shadow. If you had no idea of what I was talking about before and just wanted to take a train home It would probably be better for your health and sanity to take a cab instead. Not that I really think any of you will back out now. Something inside you knows that you have to act sooner or later even if your conscious thoughts are running though how insane my words are."<br/><br/>Kristoffs boots began to pick up speed on the concrete. The hunter had shown no fear displaying its lure even with forces conspiring against it either the beast was supremely confident in its abilities or simply did not care one whit about the doings of humans. Either way the outcome was going to be the same and that outcome involved the shedding of blood human or inhuman.<br/><br/>As a gloved hand reached up to take the side of the occupied train carriage assisting the large man's entrance into the car the fingers of the other limb brushed reassuringly at the birch stock of the sawn off shotgun nestled in his coat. The intense apathy the authorities displayed to supernatural events was in many ways a terrible thing but in these cases it meant one could get away with things security would normally pick up on.