A shriek of an inhumane origin, then sounds of terrific screaming sounds in the distance, sending Scott down against a tree for cover. If it was anymore of the mutant bears, Scott wouldn't have the ammunition for a fight against more than one. He's managed to only reload one magazine, giving him the full one in his rifle which makes two total. Ugh. Lack of ammo, always a problem.<br/><br/>He heard gunshots ring out over their clearing, still off in the distance, and a woman yelling.<span style="font-style: italic">"Hey, we have company!"</span>Always a good idea to state the obvious.. He could see the woman now, but any possibility of threat from her flew out the metaphorical window. Her face was pure terror, and as he heard the screams of her stricken comrade, he could understand why. There was a.. creature, following her. Tight on her heels. He couldn't get a shot, but as he saw it coming closer, he felt there would be no choice but to throw caution to the wind.<span style="font-style: italic">"Somebody needs to get the girl and the wounded man out of here! This is gonna get ugly!"</span><br/><br/>This thing was demonic. Literally. Scott had never been a believer in the Christian faith, but directly in front of him was proof of at least half of it. He'd seen the folklore, the illustrated books of Christians and Satanists alike. This was directly out of the books... An imp, a lesser demon.<span style="font-style: italic">That has to count for something...</span><br/><br/>He prepares himself for the battle ahead as he sees another behind the first, already bleeding. Behind that there was a third, carrying...<span style="font-style: italic">Holy fuck..</span>It had the remains of a person, a bandit, it appeared from the threads of black cloth that remained attached to it, but that was irrelevant. Nobody deserved that death. The body was in pieces, hanging around the demon's body by sinew and bone, meat hanging off in shredded strips. Scott couldn't be sure, but he would swear the eyes of the human's head were moving. What a way to go.<br/><br/>The woman was nearly to them now, close enough that Scott could open fire with less possibility of hitting the woman, and he did so. The heavy, hollow point rounds, normally used for hunting, slammed into the first imp in a burst. It hit the ground, tumbled, and then burst up back into its full sprint.<br/><br/>And with that the woman was in the clearing, and a new battle for survival had begun.