[h3]Fortuna City, Eastern Gate - Encounter With a Halfbreed[/h3]

[color=0054a6][i]Scarecrows? That's the best they have in this area?[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24][i]Fodder. Destroy them.[/i][/color]

The two angels promptly got to work, contemptuous at their foes: Iscah's claws retracted to reveal the flamethrowers beneath them as she approached, and she began to twirl around and between the demons and their blades as the holy flames of Paradiso poured forth from her hands, setting alight both their cloth and the beetles beneath, this proving to be a particularly effective tactic for the nature of her foes. At the same time, the claws of Iacobos' left hand gauntlet merged to produce the barrel of a gun, crackling with lightning, and he began to fire into the crowd wherever Iscah was not, gunfire shredding those Scarecrows far from him, whilst advancing forward into the clear path forged by his partner and himself save those few moments when one of the hellspawn dared to get close enough to swipe at him, to which he responded with an artful dodge and a counter-strike from his untransformed gauntlet, often slaying the beasts with no more than a couple of hits.

It did not take long for the demons to start fleeing before their advance rather than mindlessly attacking, and they were soon through the Eastern Gate and into the city proper. Little threat presented itself to them at that moment, and they disengaged their respective weapons, reverting their gauntlets to the standard form, claws and all. Even still, both angels could just about detect the presence of weak demons prowling about, perhaps waiting for the two to weaken so they could be finished off. Cowardly.

And, not so cowardly, a much greater essence presented itself too, though unlike the purer darkness of a true demon, this was muddied with the unmistakable tang of mortal lineage. The source soon presented itself: a seemingly human-like girl, in nondescript shirt and jeans, yet bearing a variety of weapons on her person, including a long blade engraved with runes of as-yet unknown purpose. Iscah's immediate response to her presence was somewhat aggressive: drawing up to her full height, she spoke out loud for the first time since she'd descended to the mortal realm, a sneering tone clearly showing her opinion of the girl: [color=ed1c24]'Well, well, well. A demonic halfbreed. How [i]interesting.[/i]'[/color]

By contrast, her partner was, whilst still on edge, much less vicious with his initial words to her, analyzing the situation for a moment before speaking. [color=0054a6]'If I'm not mistaken,'[/color] he began somewhat cautiously, [color=0054a6]'I can only assume you're in this place as either a leader to the hordes that were here, or a destroyer of their ranks like ourselves. Tell us which it is, or we'll be forced to destroy you in turn.'[/color]

[color=ed1c24][i]Surely you mean "and", Iacobos?[/i][/color] Iscah asked her partner silently, a glance in his direction the only indicator that they were communicating. [color=ed1c24][i]She's a demon, we want her dead![/i][/color]

[color=0054a6][i]She's[/i] part [i]demon,[/i][/color] the Glory retorted, [color=0054a6][i]and we might not want her[/i] immediately [i]dead. Contrary to popular belief, at least some of their lot are capable of seeing sense and turning on their own. If this is one of them, delaying her demise is surely worth the additional damage output?[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24][i]...if she turns on us, it's your fault,[/i][/color] Iscah conceded, turning back to the half-demon to see whether or not she might, in fact, be beneficial to the cause of Paradiso: a rare, yet sweetly ironic event, to be sure.

[@rivaan][@Sho Minazuki]