In hindsight, there were all sorts of things the huntresses had access to that would’ve made it easier to be around the demoness. Occasionally they had to bring them in for questioning so there were all sorts of spell manacled and whatnot she had in the trunk under her bed. It would’ve been the smart thing to do, the cuffs sort of dampened the ambient effect demons had on humans. So the lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy had less of an effect on them. Talia knew that Vivian probably fed off lust, she was built for it. The ones often labeled ‘Incubi’ and ‘Succubi’ tended to be built to the ‘ideal’ human standard. Wrath demons looked like ‘roided out bodybuilders, envy demons tended to be whip-thin and agendered never too feminine or masculine and gluttony? Well, they pretty much tended to look a bit like your average run-of-the-mill human. After all, Gluttony did not just imply food, it implied affection, money, experiences, and adrenaline it was a desire for excess. Anyone could be driven to excess.<br/><br/>However, there had been no time for that. Not with another summoning in the process of being completed. All she had time for was to rearm and drag her dark magic GPS along with her for the ride. So she followed the instructions closely, breaking several traffic laws in the progress none of which she would be punished for. Turning this way and that, weaving in and out of traffic until they approached the site of the summoning. “Oddly public of them. They’re trying to make a scene just like the last witch,” she muttered as she parked the bike and climbed off. “I wonder what they’re trying to accomplish?” Rather than consider too deeply she grabbed the weapons out of her side back and withdrew a sword and gun. “Alright let’s go. If we’re lucky the sacrifice can still be saved.”<br/><br/>With that said Talia took off running over the wet grass with the ease of someone who was used to fighting in less than ideal circumstances. As close as they were now even she could sense the energy beginning to gather. She moved through the dark head cocked until she heard it. Crying, someone was beginning for their life while another someone chanted. Ahh, they were trying to summon a big bad. “On the order of the Hunter I demand you cease this act of depravity,” she called out as she emerged from the darkness. It was kind of pointless but due to laws she had to announce herself so it could not be held against her in the event the dark witch survived. Of course, she was ignored….with a sigh she turned to Vivian. “I need you to get the sacrifice out of the circle okay? I’m going to break it, in and out understand?” she raised an eyebrow before withdrawing a small silver athame.<br/><br/>With skill born from practice, she flicked her wrist and the blessed blade hit one of the protective runes which sizzled out, and immediately the circle began to crackle. “Go, I have the witch.” The energy was met with energy as her blade flashed while she charged at the witch. The sound of metal on metal filled the clearing. Even in this day and age, most huntress’s relied on blades. Guns were a ‘no other choice’ weapon.