John had been sitting in the beanbag in his room, reading a book by the light from his desk lamp when his phone buzzed with a text. He checked it and sighed. "Awesome. Late night harpy hunt after a full day of hunting," John muttered to himself. He put on pants, a Paramore t-shirt he had gotten at a concert last year, and his black converse. He strapped on three scabbards. Two for his swords and one for his dagger. He ran out of his room and down the hallway, passing Gwen's room on the way. He decided not to poke his head in and ask if Noel was coming or not. He knew Gwen probably wasn't and he didn't want to rub that in. He took the stairs two at a time to the garage where he hopped in his old Volkswagen Beetle. The car had fallen apart countless times before John snuck out to get a potion from a witch, something Mathias definitely wouldn't approve of. Long story short, his car ran better than ever. Though it did sound like gunshots when it started up. He turned the key and sure enough, the tell tale sound of the Beetle rattled his ear drums. He pulled out of the garage and sped off after Tanya who's motorcycle wasn't too much ahead of him.