<strong>Name:</strong>Highborn<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dance Floor<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ariel, Shizuru, Drulok<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Two shots were aimed at the lieutenant, twin rounds screaming toward his formerly smug face. If they had been normal bullets, he wouldn't have even factored them into the equation; regular old metal was about as effective against a demon as wooden swords were against a dragon. But if he hadn't seen the angel firing the shots at him out of his own peripheral, the sickening feel in his gut was enough to tell him that the rounds were fired from a blessed weapon, meaning it wasn't in his best interest to take either one through the eye socket. Reacting with supernatural speed, he swung his own enchanted billy club up and deflected the bullets at what seemed like the last second, though the third did manage to pierce the hellish smug that he had trapped Shizuru in. Unfortunately, as the holy energy dispelled it, it left nothing but empty space. Whether it had sent her to Hell or just somewhere out of range, Shizuru wasn't going to be joining the fight like Ariel hoped.<br/><br/>Taking slow steps forward, the demon tossed his billy club up into the air and back down to his hand repeatedly, the small, wooden instrument of violence doing long flips in the air as the angel charged at him with her blade. She was going to pose a bit of a problem, since he couldn't simply banish her like he could a lesser demon, but hey, he wouldn't have been in this business for so many decades if he couldn't bash in a single divine skull, would he? On his last step, he tossed his billy club higher into the air than ever, but what came back down wasn't the same little club. Instead, what fell back to his hand was a four-foot kanabo (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y139/nefix/kanabo.png), a massive spiked club with a body of dark, rotted wood and spikes of some otherworldly metal, a flame orb decorating the weapon's pommel as well as empowering it. The weapon of the Japanese oni demons was a sight more intimidating than the billy club he had disguised it as.<br/><br/>Ariel came in defensively, but the lieutenant came in prepared to deal a killing blow as quickly as possible. It was only being plunged into a sudden, mystical darkness that delayed him from making the first swing, engulfing the dance floor in a nightmarish black that even the magic lighting of Gehenna wasn't ready to pierce. Shrugging off the mild annoyance, the higherborn took off his hat and let two large, yellowish-white horns sprout from his temples, curving intensely and stretching horizontally out from his head in both directions, probably a foot and a half each. The magma-like glow emanating from the crack of the horns was enough to dispel the darkness a little bit, helping him realize they were no longer alone. However, seeing as the new guest seemed to be going after the angel instead of him for some inexplicable reason, he backed off to see what would happen next.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Necromancer<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upper Level<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Adam Smith<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Naturally, the necromancer's attention had been on the kitsune blood mage and the angel, who he considered the most likely enemies to do any damage to his boss, rather than the man the street rats they had dragged along had already killed. Naturally, though, when a bloody hulk of a man wielding a club of steel and razor wire came running toward him, he quickly found his priorities changing. Dropping the focus of firing his guns or controlling his zombie minions, the mancer jumped back away from his cover, just narrowly avoiding his head being cracked open as the impenetrable bar table was flipped and launched clear across the room. Having moved so quickly, his feet found no balance and he ended up on his ass, having no option other than to try to roll away when the masked murder wildly swung his weapon down toward him. It saved his life, but not entirely his body, as the razor wire caught his leg and tore through the flesh in several places, causing the mage to shout in pain and fire madly up toward Adam's face and chest, panic-driven to put the violent attacker down before he could finish the job. If he didn't, he wasn't sure his zombies could save him.