"Hey Sparky. Hangin' on alright back there?" Snider, for a split second, turned his head back to call toward the other demon hunter referring to himself Zio Heart.

Snider's body was facing directly toward his opponent, a tall, wolf-like demon. The muscles in Sniders arms popped out, making themselves visible as he gripped tightly against the pistol-grip of his machine gun. The barrel was pointed down, rain water trickling off the steel muzzle. Snider himself was drenched, lengthy beard completely soaked, bogging down the veteran hunter. The stock of his machine gun was pressed against the pocket of his right shoulder, beard parted away from the particular area. The bipod was folded inward, held in Snider's left hand. His finger was off the trigger, the tip of his index finger pointed out toward the ground. The hunter grimaced, glaring threateningly at his demonic foe.

Squared off, the demon hunter tread slowly around his hunt. With each step, the clattering of his two rocket-hammers against his studded leather belt was barely audible through the pattering of rain drops against the park grounds.

"Come on, fido." the hunter mocked Fenn. "Not scared of some old bag of bones like me, are ya'?"