Maku turned around after slashing another demon's head off. He sighed. The smile he made a few minutes before had vanished. He was depressed, dark, because the fight was bringing him some memories back. Horrible memories. His katana turned into a black sword. He holstered his Glock. The demons had stopped  coming for now.<br/><br/>He saw his allies fighting. But he decided to step in the battle only if they needed him. After all, they were powerful enough to kill a bunch of demons. He sighed again, and stepped back in the shadows, ready to kill anything that would pass near his position, and ready to go help his friends if necessary.