Name: Ayr Fairfang<br/>Location: Gehenna<br/><br/>Tagging: ow...<br/><br/>Blood, Blood of an Archon, a being of celestrial Logic. Sweet as strawberry syrup, and just as thick.<br/>That was the first thing Ayr tasted, the first thing he saw was an animated pair of legs kicking him, as luxerious as they were it was a nasty gory sight. He grabbed the vamperic remains by the thighs, and tore the thing apart.<br/>The world turned into mathmatics and blood as he rolled over to his knees and pulled his leather clad body upright. The wizzing calculations went through his head watching the proceedings, clutching his side, mending the wound slowly. he spit up<br/><em>Have four proken ribs, one of them puncturing appendix, minor lacerations from repeated kicking.<br/>enemy is some form of High Daemon breed, fury has failed, as did attacking with hand to hand weaqpon, Kunabo disguised as billy club, obviously enchanted, likely bound weapon. I am not a warrior type, result was a forgone conclusion.</em>he began looking around, and ducked down behind the table, he began crawling through the whirling swinging, exploding mele scavanging parts from the broken firearms, muzzle from heavy calibur revolver dropped by this guy, rapid autoloading mechinisim from a machine gun.<br/><em>Need superior weapon, Holy weapons, did not bring Invictus, no way to hide machine gun in leather gear. right part? no, need proper grip, here, hand still attached.</em>He slid the peice into place, and pulled the hand off of the new weapon.<em>Need ammo, screw percision, need high damage low blast radus maybe 5 ft. Armor peircing grenade, holy power needed...</em>he winced as he put together the shot from a canister, tip, gunpowder. he knew what he had to do.<br/>Grabbing a shard of glass he jammed it into his side just as it had finished healing,  he crushed the glass in his hand, and wiped it off into the homemade grenade. adding a crushed feather from his own wing for good measure.<br/>This took all of five minutes, primitive launcher<em>Check</em>low yield Holy grenade made from shotgun shell, glass, and gunpowder from high calibur rounds<em>check</em>Target visible<em>Check</em><br/><br/>A shadow move in front of his shot<em>Lycanthrope is in the way... only thing large enough, not a problem, no silver, werewolf not demon.</em>He lobbed the "grenade" directly towards the glowing horns.<br/>Being honest with himself it was less of a grenade and closer to a lobbed shotgun shell that would explode in mid air and pepper everything with anointed glass shards.<br/>As it sailed, he ran to the side, around the firefight, if he could find an opening, or an enemy all the better.