Liliana's face remained as blank as ever, but one standing close to her or possessed of very sharp hearing would have known she had a sharp intake of breath. Demons? So hot on the heels of the bears? She was beginning to remember with fondness the boring days when the harvesters came across no other signs of life, the only sounds a whirl of a drill and the occasional moan of a sleepy tortoise. Did she regret coming out with them on this particular excursion, that had lead to more danger at one time than she had faced in the last three years combined? The blonde woman met her own musing with indifference. It didn't really matter to her... if she fell, she fell. Her blank gaze remained on the unevenly-braced man as he pushed himself to his feet with his right leg, and as he straightened to as full of a stand as he could she ducked under his left arm quickly. The back of her hooded head pushed against the crook of his shoulder and her right hand came up to hold his wrist, ungloved and firm, while her left arm circled around the middle of his back. Beside that, she wasn't really touching him, as close as her proximity was; her body maintained a sort of distance, even beyond the thick coat. She accepted some of his weight without really asking for it, but it was extremely impersonal, this only amplified by the unchanging void of her expression.<br/><br/>Her glassy eyes flicked to the giant man and her thin lips parted as though to speak to him, but before any vocalization fell from her mouth the sound of gunshots filled the clearing and she jerked her head in that direction. She thought she heard someone yelling, someone female, but she couldn't make out the words. She could, however, clearly hear the sound of a human being massacred; that was something she would always be able to identify. She took two or three shallow breaths, then steadied herself. The air of indifference swallowed her again. If she lost her cool, then she would lose everything else. The man whose face she had yet to see had already dived for the questionable cover of a tree, and when her own quick-scanning eyes landed on two men running toward them, panic evident even from this distance. It was a few beats later when a woman followed, and less than a breath when the bestial bodies of the demons rounded the hilltop.<br/><br/>Liliana's grip on Lazarus's wrist tightened without her knowledge or permission, and she could feel her heart beat like a hammer in her chest, though nothing showed on her face. What could she do? Drop him? And then what? She had no firearms, nor was she any sort of skilled with one. Her only combat skill was in close range, and if it came to that... The woman came closer to the group of travelers, and the man taking cover behind a thick redwood trunk opened fire on the sinewy creatures. The hooded woman could see their thick claws and sharp horns, their wicked little faces steeped in bloodlust as they raced after their prey. One of them appeared to have already made a kill and had the desecrated corpse with him still. She gulped silently and took a deep breath, trying not to choke on the sulfuric smell of the rotting meat and death that had come over the harvester's campsite.<br/><br/>Indecision kept her still. Her shoulders remained relaxed and loose, and with a few deep breaths of the foetid air she was able to even relax her abdomen. If she lost her cool, she repeated to herself, then she would lose everything else. And even if she did, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. That thought seemed to relax her more than sip of the strongest herbal tea, and she felt a sort of clarity settle over her dead-eyed gaze. The little demons were smaller even than the child, and though they possessed a bestial strength and speed, she had never heard of them using any sort of intelligent tactics or higher level of thinking. She had never come into close contact with them, however... she was uncertain if her tactics would work. They would in theory, but... well, theory could only take her so far.<br/><br/>Her eyes flickered back to the huge man with the menagerie of furs over his bulk, and to the leader of the hunters. Between them, was it even likely that the imps would make it as far as she and the injured man? The bears certainly hadn't.