Oren Kinsley stopped in front of the store front to catch his hair, using the lights from the street lamps to make sure every hair was in place, not that it would stay that way. His suit was also impeccable, the lapels straight and suspenders tight under his grey coat. Before he moved away from the glass he flashed his teeth at himself, his best smirk at the ready. They weren't as long as a vampire, just long enough to be found intriguing. The smirk died away as he heard a shrill sound echo down the alleys'. The glass now reflected a curious and hard look, something out of place on a face so human. Oren couldn't tell if it was a scream from a woman... or something else, but judging by the way it instinctively caused hairs to rise on his arms it wasn't anything good.<br/>Oren moved with a grace also out of place on his frame, his footfalls unnaturally silent as he glided over the rough ground. The sound repeated itself a couple times, more like a shrill hiss than a scream like he'd originally thought and he eventually tracked it to a bare warehouse across the street, empty for the night. There was something in the air that made his skin tingle, like darkness skittering over his skin. Oren's grey eyes were sharp, looking for any movement to give him the source of the noises he was hearing. The sounds of a scuffle grew louder until he turned a corner deep in the belly of the warehouse and spotted it. A heavenly battle, a light haired angel fighting against the forces of evil concentrated in a beastly and folded form. Upon closer inspection, he realised he was off just slightly, as the angel whirled her sleeve raised to reveal heavy and black runes, shadow hunter. It explained the demon currently snarling at her. It was bleeding from multiple wounds, black ichor staining the floor. Oren watched as her blade sank into the ghastly beast, further enraging it.<br/>With an inhuman screech, it rapidly turned, tossing the girl from its back in a flash of bright hair and black blood. Oren couldn't have stopped himself if he wanted, instincts driving him forward to attack the scaly demon as it rose on its hindquarters and toward above her. Before it could come crashing down Oren lunged and hit it near its head, thing fingers finding purchase as he attacked with the only thing he had, his teeth. He regretted it almost instantly, but his sharp incisors did the job of tearing through tough flesh, hot and sour blood flooding his mouth. "Run!" He snarled as the beast tried to claw at him, its claws tearing through its own skin as it tried to grab his nimble body. Fire laced through his side as he was grabbed and batted off. He couldn't see the woman around the black beasts' muscled skin.<br/><br/>(Here ya go, I know it's a little choppy, but I tried ^ ^)