"...The Hell are you?" Vincent asked, shouldering his gun. The executioner had expected something colossal, with tentacles and forty endlessly screaming mouths, not some twink in a mask. Still, it was floating, had crystals encircling its back, and its feet were on fire. Moreover, the fire was green. There was no way it was human.

Still, Ciel had said it was giving off strong energy signatures, so it was best to test the waters. Vincent aimed down the sights, and experimentally shot a single round of 7.62 at the thing's leg.