Some considerable time had already passed without any activity and Azarak was not willing to lose the initiative quite yet. Assuming (rightly) that his foe had made good his escape and delved further into the building Azarak couldn't ,nor cared, to identify, the demon leapt over the window-sill. He barely disturbed a single shard of glass when he landed on near impossibly quiet feet, his gun at the ready, and walked towards the doors his foe had left from.

Meanwhile, his foe was taking a moment to blockade a door and bandage his wounds, giving the demon vital time to catch up. Time he utilized quickly to trail his prey, following miniscule droplets of blood first up the stairs and then to a door into what he recognised as another room, and likely a small one. It would do him no good to be surprised here, but on quietly listening at the door he heard minor activity that did not suggest a foe lying in wait. Perhaps his flesh wound was to be his undoing after all?

With a hefty kick way out of proportion to his size Azarak plunged his foot straight through the flimsy frame of the door and immediately broke the locking mechanism. To his surprise there was a greater deal of resistance then he expected, likely due to the wardrobe which although unsuitable for the job was still heavy enough to force Azarak to blast the door with another quick follow-up kick.

He hissed in annoyance as the wardrobe collapsed and the door split off its hinges, falling flat over the obstruction to provide a handy bridge. The barricade would have given the witness to time to react to the demon's presence.

Still, he had a gun, and it was trained on the openness of the room, ready to fire at least two shots should the target present itself, likely at centre of mass. Azarak, being a demon hitman, had a fair amount of experience clearing rooms like this, and his opponent wouldn't find ambushing him at the door all that easy if he went for that form of attack.