[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] Town Meeting
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] The Possessed Vivian, [@Morose] Mitsukuri Katsumi [@BlueSky44][/center][hr]

The Sheriff's exclamation is what got Liam's attention initially. Turning around, his eyes widened at the sight of Vivian, taking a half-step back as he stared at her in shock. His mind started going into overdrive, trying to piece together what he was looking at. The peeling skin, the overall grotesque nature of the woman's body, and most importantly - the black eyes. Trawling through his mind, he couldn't quite come up with anything, but he did recall his vision from before, the black eyes, they were the same - but this wasn't the same woman, he could tell that, even with her skin falling off.

The Japanese woman came up, tossing vials of water, at first Liam was confused, but then it dawned on him. The combination of everything brought back up something he'd read across a fair few books, though he'd always been skeptical about it - she was a demon. And if that were the case, the woman had to be throwing holy water, why was she carrying holy water? Liam figured that this would be a question better saved for later, and his thoughts were quickly distracted by the sound of gunfire as he jumped suddenly, watching as the hunter took a pair of shots to the leg. 

Liam froze again, shock filling him for a moment as he still struggled to take it all in - he struggled even more as he saw the Reverend approach, saw him drop to his knees, and saw his throat slit. Some of the other journalists were filming, trying to get something of a story, that couldn't be further from Liam's mind, even as he gathered his wits again, he wasn't trying to film a snuff film, this was something that could stay off the air. Besides, these days - people needed a little less fear in their lives.

Then the black eyes focused on him, and the woman waved in his direction before speaking. For a moment he panicked, his mind went into overdrive over things he could use to fight her. Holy water was the obvious one, the hunter had tried to use it and missed - he could see she had more vials, but if he tried to get it he figured the demon wouldn't exactly just let him. Didn't salt do something? No, that just kept them away, and he didn't have any on him. He resigned himself to the fact he didn't have anything he could use to fight. Evidently, some others did though.

Liam's attention was drawn then to two other figures, and older male, puffing on a pipe and approaching, a knife in hand and bleeding palms, he seemed intent on engaging the demon, and Liam figured she would focus on him. If not him, there was the other man who'd asked a question, he sounded like he was speaking in tongues, but he seemed intent on whatever he was doing, this day was only getting stranger. Hoping that the demon's focus was taken by the others, Liam hurried to the hunter, kneeling over her and looking down at her wound. He didn't have anything he could use to help her wound, so he looked up to her. [color=686F91][b]"I-i'll get help for you soon!"[/b][/color] He insisted, reaching out to snatch a pair of holy water vials.

Liam didn't have a clue what he was doing, he was certain at this point it was adrenaline driving his actions more than anything, but he figured he had to do something, he couldn't have just joined the many bystanders running away, he had to help at least those few willing to stick around and fight. Moving closer to the demon from behind, he took a deep breath and opened the vials, getting close enough to thrust his hands out and send the water flying from the vials toward her, staggering back quickly afterward, god, he hoped that'd do it.