Darina ordinarily would have snapped right back at the man, but considering that she had run to them to save her own hide, she wasn’t in a position to run her mouth off. When he pushed her forward she didn’t need telling twice. The behemoth had tossed a bear carcass towards the imps earlier. That, combined with the hail of gunfire, must have scared off the imps. Judging from the sounds she had heard back at the outcropping, Darina expected more, but even as she ran, the irate gunman behind her, without looking behind her she knew that only one hobbling demon was keeping up the chase.<br/><br/>“They’ve—they’ve scattered,” she stammered amid her panting. Among all of them, given her starting point she had been running longest and fastest out of all of them, and the effort was catching up. Knowing that the man might not be as gracious the next time she stumbles, Darina grunted and did her best to forget the fatigue stiffening up her leg muscles. They entered a less wooded area, and every cell in her body was screaming for a real reprieve. Where did the other demons go? She’d lost their scent, and they certainly weren’t making noise. Perhaps frightened by their prey after having expected an easy kill? “Let go, I won’t fall!” she said, addressing the hunter behind her. Really, while grateful, she felt rather cumbersome with him still gripping her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It’s hurt. We can kill it. They have the firepower for it.</span>“There’s only one left, we can finish it off,” she said, fumbling around her dead comrade’s pouch so she could reload. Though she wasn’t as fond of displays of bravado as her fellow bandits were, she had to admit that the thought of killing this imp, the rush that came with her near brush with death, made her understand it a bit. Come on, how many could claim to have killed a demon? When she makes it back to the Reds, they don’t need to know that it was ‘just’ imps.<br/><br/>Turning, she fired at the injured demon, doing her best to either hit its limbs or the chest area where she had emptied her previous clip. Though clearly angry, it looked like the agony of its injuries was winning out, coupled, perhaps, with fear. None of its fellow imps were nearby. Did they normally hunt in packs? Then again, was ‘normal’ a word applicable here, especially after seeing a pack of bears? Darina was almost frustrated at that; the giant man had fought off bears, surely the runts of the demon world would be something he could handle. The imp’s shrieking gave her a headache and she went back to putting as much distance between her and it. Given its current state, that wouldn’t be so hard now.