"C'mon men! move, move, move!" A soldier shouted above the chaos. Several soldiers ran forward and surrounded a man -if he could even be called a man- as he began to move. A loud roar was heard as the curse lifted itself.<br/><br/>"S-s-sir..." one of the newer recruits stammered. "What<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>that thing?"<br/><br/>The "Thing" in question stood up and smirked. "What? Not gonna shoot?" he challenged.<br/><br/>"DIE, You demonic scum!" the commander shouted. the U.E.M. opened fire. Laughter erupted from the demon as he was surrounded in a cloud of dust. when he emerged, he was holding a handful of bullets. his smirk widened. "My turn, you military dogs!" he boomed to the soldiers. within seconds he had thrown each bullet back at their respective shooters with much more force than necessary, killing them all.<br/><br/>"Heh, too easy!" he said as he drew a demonic rune on the ground and, shifting into a humanesque form, chanted something in the demonic tongue. as the last words were spoken, he was teleported out of the area.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, he teleported in front of a car, and was run over. As he lay there on the road, he cursed the transport spell's ineffectiveness and changed his form to look like a man of 22 with black hair, red eyes, blue jeans and an orange hoodie with the Arcane symbol for Hour on it. Another car drove towards him and he frowned.<br/><br/>This was going to hurt.