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Another demon was flung back into a nearby building, blasted through the hard concrete by a kinetic burst. War-Pulse had been fighting for what felt like hours, recharging himself on car batteries when he needed a kick start to continue beating the infernal invaders back. Now brandishing a signpost, he clubbed another demon upside the head, sending it flying into a nearby truck. His pace had turned from frantic and aggressive to slow and methodical, chasing demons down simply for the joys of finding something with no redeemable qualities or need for sympathy and beating it to death with a now bent signpost. War-Pulse was now humming a joyous little tune as he pulled the metal pole back behind him in a baseball steps, another three steps and he swung for the fences, sending another shocked demon up into the air and out of sight, presumably to die on impact. 

"I gotta tell you, Warden, this is almost therapeutic." War-Pulse said, another small demon coming to bite at him, only to be met with the signpost being jabbed through it and pinning it to the ground. 

"I'm not sure whether to be happy for you or terrified of you."

"...Little of both?"

"Just don't underestimate them, we still have no real idea if the more powerful demonic entities are even here, yet. Do not take any chances--"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get back to you when the whole incident is taken care of."

However, his temporary slow pace was about to end when he rounded the corner of a building, his stride coming to a complete halt when he came face to face with a tank barrel. He backed away from the large cannon, to see that there were three more tanks behind it. Soldiers, human and armed to the teeth, swarmed around the tanks, moving in formation to point their rifles at the new arrival. War-Pulse's eyes widened as his lips pursed in amusement, he did not think the national guard would be called in just yet, but with demons running around, this confrontation would be inevitable.

"Who are you?!?" One of the soldiers barked at War-Pulse. "State your name!"

"Okay, okay, don't freak out." War-Pulse began, his hands in the air to display a gesture of non-hostility. "My name's War-Pulse, Pulse for short, I'm a--"

"Are you one of the demonic entities!?"

War-Pulse had to take few seconds for the request to really sink in. "I...beg your pardon?"

"One of the demons, are you one of those?!"

"You gotta be kidding me, buddy!" 

"Answer the question!"

"Do I look like a demon?!"

It was apparent War-Pulse had no idea how much demon blood was now spattered across his attire, the silver being almost dulled by the dirt and damage it had suffered.

"That was a yes or no--"

"NO! I'm not a friggin' demon!"

"What's your business here!?"

As they made demons, War-Pulse was scanning the group, he could see in the back one of the men murmuring to a walkie-talkie, reading the words 'War-Pulse' on his lips.

"Oh, I was in the city for a wonderful nightly stroll in brightly colored metahuman gear, just enjoying the sights and sounds and--WHAT DO YOU THINK, GENIUS!?" 

"Calm down, sir, or we will be forced to fire!"

"Pah, whatever, I'm not a threat to you, I'm here killing off your demon infestation, you should be thanking me!"

With that, War-Pulse turned and began to walk away, undaunted by the National Guard's presence.

"Sir, we are not done here!" The soldier with the walkie-talkie shouted out, walking over to what could be assumed to be his superior, pointing at the mercenary. "I just got off the horn with HQ, that is not a local metahuman."

"The hell are you talking about, private?"

"That man's known as War-Pulse." The soldier continued. "He's wanted by Interpol. Turns out he's some hired gun."

War-Pulse's eyes widened, he whirled around and extended his hands to the soldiers. "Really? You want to pull this shit [i]now[/i]? While the city is being [i]invaded[/i]?"

The soldiers and the tanks now turned to face him, guns and cannons being pointed at the mercenary ones more.

"Sir, put your hands on your head and come quietly, or we will be forced to fire!"

"Come on, I'm not doing that!"

"You have to the count of three!"

"Demons, you moron!"

"One!"

"I'm not the threat, here! You got more pressin-"

"Two!"

"I really don't think--"

"Three!" 

Before War-Pulse could get another word in edgewise, the tank barrel closest to him erupted in fire and smoke as the shot rang out, the massive tank shell colliding and exploding into War-Pulse's chest, sending him flying through the air. He could feel himself impact through one side of a building, catching brief glances of office supplies and desks before bursting out of the other side, his momentum barely slowed from the tank shot. He then felt his body slam off the corner of another building, causing his body to cartwheel as it descended to the ground. He was able to turn his body to see the tar, and he cursed under his breath before bracing himself to slam headfirst into the tar.

And collide with the tar he did, directly through it right into the head of the mighty tunneling serpent. The impact caused the serpent to momentarily recoil into its cave, uninjured, but now royally infuriated by being hit with what was essentially a human sized catapult shot.

As War-Pulse came to regain his bearings, coughing and sputtering the muddy, disgusting water he was now laying in, he realized he was now staring up at a girl in a spider costume.

"Uhhh...hi." He said, not really having a good quip for the fact he was just shot through the air into what looked like an already heated confrontation. He scrambled to his feet and turned to face the basilisk. "Let's make a deal, we kill this giant snake thing, and you don't tell anyone I was thrown in here by a tank shot." He adjusted his stance as the beast slithered forward, advancing on the two people again. "Sound good?"