(I'm going to wait for Otroper, he/she tends to be slow in responses.)<br/><br/>The large group had turned away from the three succubus's, probably a grave mistake. Being the hardened and experienced gunfighters they were they jumped into scattered debris among burnt buildings, many went behind cards. Bullets were soon as plenty as oxygen was around the unidentified stranger, many of them were laughing as they shot. One thing they all shared in common was their attention towards the newcomer, the succubus's were ignored, they were helpless damsels to the mafia.<br/><br/>I was now in my van, smiling in the back seat between two tightly dressed women, do not mix up tightly with slightly, they were armored as well as any known S.W.A.T. team if not better.  My thumb and index finger briefly connected before sliding across one another, causing the friction to make a noise known as a<span style="font-style: italic">snap</span>. Of course, this noise reached the drivers ears, the van was started, my escape already had begun and was already made to succeed, nothing could stop me, nothing human. I grinned, tomorrow would be the day I show up the devil himself, he would be a small piece of<span style="font-weight: bold">shit</span>under my legend of madness. Now that I look back on it, I wasn't really happy, I was just mad, too mad for reason.