Zacharias looked out upon the chaos of the city, frowning. For God's beloved children to be brought so low, and for the demons to revel in their debauchery made him ill. It was a sickening sight, to be certain, but then again that's why he was here. He bit down on his cigarette, which crumpled, and loose ash fell onto his cassock.

But that was fine. Black didn't stain.

He dropped his gigantic briefcase, which hit the ground with a resounding thunder that promised penance to the heretics and cracked the already damaged pavement under its weight. He flicked it open, and claimed his partner: the Al Azif. He took its great heft into both hands and looked out at the city once again. Other hunters were already making their moves. One was working on a woman and child while another helped with a bus, leaving...

Damn. The air wasn't exactly Zacharias' cup of tea.

"Leave someone else to clean up the hard one, eh?" he grunted to himself, spitting his cigarette onto the ground and smashing it underneath his heel, "yeah, I guess I could use a warm-up."

He hefted the humongous Al Azif and pointed it at a building. Utilizing the blade and chain combo, he swung expertly to the top of the building nearest the helicopter, landing with a heavy thud and glaring at the bat demons. Doubtless they sensed him now, and were afeard of the holy wrath he would soon bring down on their heads. The smarter ones began to flee right then, but none would be spared.

"And Elijah said to them," Zacharias shouted, revving the Al Azif which joined him in his holy unholy roar, "Seize the prophets of Baal; let not one of them escape!"

The blade shot out of the housing faster than a blink and immediately sliced a few of the hellspawn in two. He yanked it backward, the engine shrieking the knowledge of death to every demon there, and swept it around again, expertly carving every demon surrounding the helicopter and leaving the aircraft untouched. The blade sliced through the air and back into the housing, and the engine purred satisfactorily, as if the blood of evil had quenched some great thirst. Blood splattered all over his sunglasses.

"And Elijah brought them down to the brook Kishon and slaughtered them there," he grunted, lighting another cigarette and crunching down on it, "they should have known. Looks like these kiddies missed Sunday school."

Well, class was in session.