And people wondered why Kite always lugged his weapons around. His nimble fingers unzipped his bag as he quickly retreived his bow and arrows. With the speed and grace conceived by years of practice, Kite notched notched a silver tipped arrow and aimed at the nearest demon. A spell tumbled off his lips, the swiftly uttered words strangely familiar. As he let the arrow fly, a gust of wind from seemingly out of nowhere pushed the projectile at an impossibly fast speed. The demon screeched as the arrow tore through its midsection and embedded itself in the wall behind the hellspawn, sinking halfway in through the wall.

Kite was already reaching for his next arrow when he spotted Maggie with a demon captive in a telekinetichold. He aimed, murmured another wind spell, and let the arrow fly. The arrow met its prey true to the heart, if demons had hearts. Kite glanced at Maggie and offered her a sharp nod before readying to strike his next target.