<strong>~Arathel, Male Form, Interior of Simon's Bull~</strong><br/><br/>Arathel had been about to say something to the rest of the police when he heard the gunfire.  Without pausing to think or to explain he suddenly rushed inside, putting his shoulder forward to be ready to ram anyone who attempted to stop him or slow him down.  Despite being soaking wet, his body propelled into action, quickly forming a trail of water along the floor that made him slide more than run into the place.<br/><br/>He saw the vast form of roaches and monsters, knowing that he couldn't easily lay siege to a giant swarm of monsters but expecting that he wouldn't have to.  Lower life forms all held an instinctive fear of fire, something that only humanity had been able to truly tame and use to its benefit.  In his hand manifested a sword, several feet long and wreathed in golden-red flames, giving light and heat but no smoke.<br/><br/>He didn't waste time with idle chatter.  He didn't play games.  He ran straight towards the monsters intent on this problem without pause or hesitation, weapon already raising in his hands, teeth gritted and focused eyes flashing with the fire of his blade.<br/><br/>He charged his way straight up towards the werewolf, it being the first monster he could see through the haze, and almost certainly the most powerful.  Demanding its attention with his very presence, he swung to claim a large slice of the creature's torso, roasting fur and flesh while instantly cauterizing his attack.<br/><br/>[Edited to add in header and to add in an attack]