Hallbjorn thought that as a rule food was probably not allowed at the Alamo, but he also believed that, as with all things that involved dealing with mortals, money would pave the way. He made a mental note that Kara enjoyed this place. Perhaps once she was safe and her life was not a point of attention between a mad soothsayer and someone willing to pay demons to take her, they could spend more time here. Perhaps a week or two - see what else San Antonio had to offer and relax afterwards in this room.<br/><br/>He nodded when she suggested that they walk. It was why he had chosen this hotel.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn had absolutely no issue waiting in line with Kara for the gyro she so desired. He had never tried one before, but he had sampled a similar dish called döner. They placed had lamb on offer and Hallbjorn was glad for that option.<br/><br/>The large man was somewhat dismayed to see Kara's disappointment when they saw the place locking up. If he had to, he resolved that he would pay whatever price they demanded to stay open. There was, thankfully, the option of the night tour, and he did not balk at the price the employee stated in the slightest. The blond man pulled out his wallet and handed over five one hundred dollar bills to pay their way. He gave over an extra hundred so that they could bring their sandwiches inside.<br/><br/>The tour was quite informative. The guide spoke about the history of the the Alamo as a mission and some background on the Texas Revolution. There were displays of the various important figures involved, such as James Bowie, and letters and journals of men who fought in the siege. The tour ended with some of the effects of the battle, and some displays about how the Alamo was depicted in television and film. While they were on the tour, Hallbjorn walked with his arm around Kara's shoulders, holding her to his side, nestling her up beside him. When the tour was concluded they were in the gift shop, which sold all manner of knick knacks and memorabilia. Some of the things were simply Texas-inspired. None of it struck Hallbjorn's eye. Of course, he would buy anything that Kara wished for herself.<br/><br/>When it was all over and they left, Hallbjorn kissed the top of Kara's head. They were the last ones out, and the employees completed locking up. Only some members of the staff remained behind to clean; most went home. Hallbjorn was enjoying holding Kara close, and was going to kiss her again but he tensed, and turned his head to the shadows. A breeze carried the scent of demons with it, and in the shadows of the Alamo a trio of demons waited. One of their scents was especially foul, carrying with it a sense that whatever emanated it was an abomination. Hallbjorn's brows knit together, and his breathing started to come faster in anticipation of entering a rage state.<br/><br/>The three demons began to advance to where Kara and Hallbjorn stood. One of them was incredibly massive, standing some eight feet all, looking a lot like the Hulk from one of Marvel's films, but with very pale, milky skin interrupted only by black veins. The massive thing had a pair of horns that curled back around its skull, ridged like those of a ram. Its eyes were black but shot through with pulsing red veins. It wore only a pair of ragged breeches and a crude cape, both made of worn wool. The other two demons were handsome things, like the ones that had attacked Kara in her home.<br/><br/>One of the handsome demons nodded at Hallbjorn and the larger one lunged with incredible speed. Hallbjorn pushed Kara away, and not a moment too soon: the big demon hit Hallbjorn with the force of a freight train and the two hurtled away. Hallbjorn called upon the Berserker rage, and his muscles swelled with divine power. The two began to exchange fearsome blows, but the large demon seemed more than a match for Hallbjorn. The demon was in a mounted position over Hallbjorn and was raining down brutal blows: for every punch Hallbjorn gave, the demon delivered two from its superior position.<br/><br/>"Hello, Kara Walker. You're a very difficult woman to find." The handsome demon smiled, revealing a mouth with fangs. He had a shining knife in his left hand with a wavy blade that he tilted this way and that, letting it catch the light. The blade had a green hue as if it was coated with something. "And you have such a formidable protector. Do you how many of my brethren he killed? Our margin on this job has disappeared. We had to deploy a vampire demon. Do you know how difficult those are to create and control? But we signed the contract in blood. No backing out." The demon tsked ruefully. His partner traced behind Kara, taking her arms.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn saw through blurred vision what was happening with Kara. He grit his teeth and shoved. The massive vemon proved immobile. But seeing the flash of the knife, Hallbjorn reached deep and drew on more and more of the rage. His body swelled more than it had in a very long time and his control frayed to ragged edges as he felt the rage pounding in his veins like lightning and liquid fire. With a brutal shove he dislodged the vemon, sending it flying. He was up with the same motion, and launched himself at the knife-wielding handsome demon. Hallbjorn hit hard, slamming a massive shoulder into the demon just as it was bringing the blade down to stab Kara's chest. The knife went clattering to the ground before it could make contact. Hallbjorn felt his fury and it was like he was a boy again. The left side of his face was a mask of blood where the vemon had busted him open the hard way, and his nose was broken at an odd angle. Some of his teeth were missing - they would grow back. His shirt was gone from the swelling of his body and already bruises the size of dinner plates decorated his chest.<br/><br/>But none of that stopped Hallbjorn from striking the demon who dared to threaten his woman with a knife.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn's fists rained down too fast for a mortal eye to perceive. But they made contact, striking until there was nothing left of the demon's head but red ruin and Hallbjorn was striking pavement more than he was demon. The vemon recovered by that time and threw itself once more at Hallbjorn, hitting the blond Berserker in the face with a vicious left that staggered Hallbjorn. The demon followed it up with more crude blows, forcing Hallbjorn back with each one. Eventually Hallbjorn rushed the vemon and wrapped both huge arms around its waist and squeezed even as it clubbed away with fists like anvils. Eventually there came a sharp, loud crack like the discharge of a gun, and it was Hallbjorn breaking the vemon back. The creature went limp, and Hallbjorn dropped it. It fell in a heap and Hallbjorn grasped its horns like handles, bracing its body with a knee on its spine. Hallbjorn twisted, and the vemon's head came free.<br/><br/>The remaining demon drew a knife of its own and held it to Kara's neck. "No further, Berserker. Or I spill her precious blood." It said in a voice far from firm. "And stop resisting me, female! We'll trace away and this will all just be a bad dream."