Snider snapped his neck back, digging his head into his shoulder and away from the blast as he held up his firearm to protect himself from as much of the explosion as possible. He was blown back what must have been twelve feet as the grenade exploded.

The loud sound of feet tapping against the ground was accompanied by the sound of trickling blood. In Snider's right hand, he held a syringe filled with a clear fluid. The front part of his clothes was blown almost completely off. His shirt became nothing more than the short sleeves. His jeans were ripped away, partially singed by the blast. His jacket and belt, however, remained surprisingly intact, bits of pants covering his unmentionables in an almost comically convenient fashion. He had two pieces of shrapnel stuck on him. One on his left thigh, a tourniquet already placed directly below it just above his knee, keeping the wound from bleeding; the other lodged in the right side of his chest, almost at his shoulder. It seemed reasonable to leave the bits of grenade in place, at least for the time being.

The needle was injected into Snider's right thigh, the hunter sticking himself with no hesitation, pushing the drug into his system. The needle was pulled out slowly and tossed away toward Fenn. The hunter took a deep breath in attempt to calm himself down and marshal his thoughts.

"Ah. That woke me up." Snider grumbled, trying to make light of his injuries.

The demon hunter stood erect, attempting to appear imposing before the much larger demon before him. "Such courage is wasted on your kind. It will surely kill you as I will" he mocked, parroting the demon. His right hand slowly moved toward the top of his weapon, pinching either side between his thumb and index finger. He lifted up the feeding tray, and as he did, the belt of ammunition fell to the ground, caught by Snider's foot. He kicked the links out, toward the demon, neither knowing nor caring that whatever made the demon sizzle under the rain also cooked the ammo. Instead, he used it as a distraction, as the hunter stepped off on his good leg, leaping off to the side of the demon and slinging his weapon to the back of his body.