"Are you fucking kidding me?" Luna snarled watching that damn demon disappear into the darkness of an alley. First of all, what the hell was his deal? One second he's at her throat, literally. Then he was staring at her like she was an interesting bug he'd like to dissect. And finally he scurries off into the world like nothing happened. And now just to make this day the best she'd ever had there were demons coming down the alley with a slow predatory gait. Luna threw back her head and laughed, feeling a slight stinging sensation where her throat had been cut. The laughter caused the demons to stumble back as they looked at the angel before them, Luna leveled her eyes at them and the now steal blue color showed just how much battle she had seen.<br/><br/>"Tonight isn't your night boys. I don't plan on dying...so it looks like you will be." Laughter coated her voice as the demons glanced at each other, wondering if she had totally lost it. Odds were that she had. "To think minutes ago I was considering befriending one of you." She shook her head, the wind picking up and blowing her hair back around her. "Nothing like a good fight to put things back in perspective." She smiled and if insanity showed there for an instant what did she care?<br/><br/>"Luv, looks like yer out numba'd. How'dya plan on gettin' out ta this? Though perhaps we kin come up wit a bit uhva bar'gin?" The leader of the group seemed confident in his abilities...and his...prowess as he shot her a wink that made her want to vomit up all the alcohol she had just ingested. God, Luna couldn't stand cockney accents they grated against her ears and caused a slight twitch of her left eye. The sooner she killed them the better.<br/><br/>"Or I could kill you and your friends. I think I like that option better." She said and the demons came at her in a rush, their foul stench permeating the air like sour milk. The first one left the world quickly when he rushed her head on and Luna stabbed him though the heart with a dagger. Without an instant of hesitation she grabbed the body that was falling towards her shoved it towards one of the two demons coming at her from to different directions. While the first tangled with the body of his former ally Luna spun and threw one of her daggers at the other oncoming demon, when he kept coming she ran forward and sprang into the air and roundhoused the demon in the jaw. She followed his body to dirty alley ground and twisting the dagger deeper into his heart, a sick part of her delighting in the screams that filled her ears.<br/><br/>Before she had a chance to rise one of the demons grabbed her left wing and yanked her backwards to grab a handful of hair. Biting back a scream she flipped her second dagger around and stabbed it into the meaty flesh of his thigh, then yanked the dagger towards her feeling skin and muscle give before her knife. A howl of rage and pain pierced the night and the grip on her wing and hair slackened enough for her to break free,  she jumped to her feet ignoring the pain that seared though her left wing. Those goddamn things were sensitive and sure as hell weren't meant to be use as handles!<br/><br/>"Fucker!" She growled grabbing the dagger from his leg and in a smooth arc slit his throat. Ichor sprayed across her coating her hands, splattering her face, and covering her clothes. She spun throwing the dagger still in her hand at the fourth demon. This one crumpled slamming his face against the ground and shoving her dagger deeper into his body. Damn she wasn't getting that one back either. She turned scanning feeling eyes on her back she turned and spotted the last one on the roof.<br/><br/>"You gonna make me come up there?" She asked her voice like honey, the demon dropped to the ground and came at her assuming it had a chance now that she was unarmed. As if Luna was ever unarmed. The mere thought was disgraceful. She clicked each of her heels against the pavement, the stainless steel blades that shot out of the front of her combat boots went unnoticed by the demon running towards her. She ran forward meeting him in the center of the alley and kicking him hard in the chest. In the same moment she felt searing pain shoot though her right shoulder and looked down to see the dagger the demon had planted there. Grimacing she reached up and removed the dagger, looking from the demon to the red blood coating the dagger and her clothes. Well, wasn't that just dandy?<br/><br/>"You'll pay for that." Her voice was ice shattering against ground as her eyes flashed with rage. She watched as the demon turned and started running for the end of the alley. "Where the hell do you think youâ€™re going?" She asked and tossed the dagger at his left leg watching him fall to the ground. She approached slowly, electric blue eyes narrowed with hate. Her combat boots clicked against the ground echoing the though the alley along with the whimpers of the now immobilized demon. When she drew even with the demon she sighed. "It's almost too bad I don't have it in me to draw out death. Well... there's one being I would make an exception for, but that isn't you my friend. Tell your friends to watch were they tread next time kay?" and with that she placed the blade on her combat boot firmly between his ribs and the whimpering stopped.<br/><br/>Luna turned her shoulders slumping as she felt pain radiate though her body, her wing, her shoulder, her goddamn hair. She flexed her wing and probed the wound on her shoulder lightly searching for life threatening injuries. Damn this shit was getting tedious. But it was better then the thought of stopping her fights. What would she do with her days then? Masquerade as a human? She'd rather jump off the nearest cliff without use of her wings. Onto dull swords. She turned and looked at the bodies. Fire was the best way to be rid of them. She pulled out her lighter and lit each body aflame waiting for a blaze to work up before the bodies were gone. Their stench was fading fast, as if they had never even been there. She wondered if that's what would happen to her when she ended. Would her scent fade as fast, or would it linger like the scent of a human? She would never know. Shaking her head she looked at herself in the firelight, seeing the black and red blood mixing on her blue shirt, and black jeans. She cursed softly. He mind back on normal things.<br/><br/>"These were new damn it." She muttered heading to the back of the alley and spreading her wings, prepared to leave and drop into her bed to allow her body to heal. But...perhaps a shower first... yeah... a shower sounded damn good as she saw the ichor that coated her pale arms.