Jadon sat against the wall of the ruins, listening for any other sounds of movement.  His ears perked up and his nostrils flared.  He had company.  The smell was familiar, one that was irresistable and luring.  "Some kind of lust demon," he mumbled to himself and stood up.  He could practicaly feel the anger radiating off of it though, and he began to sweat from the pure heat of it.  Even he, who was barely aware of the word fear, was become nervous and slightly scared by its presence.  He gripped the gun tightly and crept slowly for the exit.  He knew that because of how close it was, and because it stopped moving that it knew exactly where he was.  Jadon reached the exit of the ruins and then bolted from the site.  He began running from the site, but quietly.  Barely anything but a leave leaves being stepped on could be heard by his running.  He knew it wouldnt be quiet enough, but he wasnt going to hang around so that what happned to his companion would happen to him.