The final imp, already weary and bloodied, could no longer keep up its mad dash when Darina's bullets peppered its midsection. Almost immediately, the beast dropped, rolling across the ground in a heap. Black blood stained the dirt and coated the sparse snow, leaking from its many wounds. Tenacity led the beast back to its feet, but after another attempt at bolting forward, it fell yet again, rolling down a gentle incline. From there it tried to crawl. Kicking legs and clawing arm dragged it across the floor, eyes locked on what it still, somehow, saw as prey. The beast managed to drag itself a good meter before it finally gave in, collapsing into limp pile. Blood streaked across the ground behind it, and began to pool around the creature's body as it took rapid, short breaths. Its fight ended with a long, shaky-sounding exhale, and what tensity its muscles held gave way. Like its packmates, the demon had died, no longer a threat.<br/><br/>At the sound of the first thump, Viktor turned around to watch the demon collapse. He kept moving backward, the arm carrying Inga placed defensively behind himself, while his spare hand tugged a revolver from a leg-strapped holster. Breaths heavy and heart thumping madly, he took aim at the monster while it crawled, ready to fire a relatively heavy bullet if the beast got up again. Instead, it expired, and a wave of heavy relief washed over the hunter. He, as well as his company, stopped running and came to a halt. An uneasy silence surrounded them, eventually broken by a sharp puff of air and the sound of an arrow piercing the dead imp's skull. Viktor turned towards the hunter holding the weapon, not so much out of confusion, but surprise.<br/><br/>"Double tap," The hunter breathlessly said with a shrug. He lowered the weapon, and let out a deep breath.<br/><br/>Viktor, at first, was silent. A slow, quiet laughter eventually began to come from him, and after holstering his gun, he held a fist in front of his mouth to try and cover it up. It didn't quite work, and instead caused a chain reaction of further laughs from the rest of the hunters. Sounds of utter relief and joy that they all lived to see another day, accompanied with slaps to the back and other various shows of excitement. Viktor allowed himself to break into a fuller laugh as well, eventually gathering enough composure to remember the child slung over his arm.<br/><br/>The fading of adrenaline suddenly made Inga feel a lot heavier, so he took care to shift her off his arm and set her down. "I'm, uh, sorry about that," He meekly apologized, rubbing at the back of his head. "Got spooked. Just didn't want you to get hurt, is all." After another slightly awkward silence, he shot Inga a quick thumbs-up.<br/><br/>With the demons dead, one of the other hunters suggested a headcount. A quick check-over to make sure everyone was still in place. When that was done, the group could get a move on to head somewhere safer.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Stefan gave a nod in response to Mikhail's, a motion which he quickly realized was wasted. Body language wasn't much of an aid when speaking with one who couldn't see what you were doing. "Well, as long as there's<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>left in this pile, we should be fine," the doctor explained. He withdrew his hand and slid it into his coat pocket, motioning with his head for the others in his company to gather what intact boxes they could, and hopefully get the wheelbarrow up. If the axle was broken, the entire trip would become much harder and less pleasant.<br/><br/>Thoughts of their convenience were pushed aside when he saw the approaching beast. The sound of the growl alerted most of the surrounding crew immediately, and their guns were all primed on the dog-like creature that was now overlooking them. Curses and words of worry, anger, and fear were all muttered beneath bated breaths, though Stefan remained still. His only outward reaction was a quite unamused sounding groan, followed by a question tossed in Mikhail's direction. "How did you manage that? Really?"<br/><br/>"Doctor, this is serious," One of the armed men scolded, finger primed on a rifle's trigger. The standoff was incredibly tense, and while the hound had not yet attacked, everyone expected it to at any moment.<br/><br/>"Of course," Stefan mumbled back. A hand drawn from his pocket quickly undid the buttons on his coat, and once there was enough room to do so, he reached into it and drew a knife from a sheath attached to the vest worn beneath the leather. He tossed it up and caught it a few times, watching the demon closely for any signs of movement. "If the thing decides it's hungry, I want all of you to start running. Understood?"<br/><br/>The same man that scolded Stefan looked at him, as if to begin protesting, but any words he might have had were cut off by a raised hand. Instead, he let out a nervous growl, and primed his sights on the beast once more.