Ash Glenwood was having a terrible day. First his boss got on his ass for failing to deliver that TPS report, and now an unending horde of demons was erupting from the ground and slaughtering everyone in their path. Well, he certainly wasn't going to take [i]that[/i] sitting down. He took the shotgun he'd been keeping under his desk for just such an occasion and mounted a thrilling evacuation of his office building. Horned demons, crimson mannequins, scythe-wielding sickos; all of them fell like shingles under a hail of righteous buckshot.

When Mister Glenwood had fought his way to the ground floor, trailing a grateful army of coworkers behind him, he pushed through the lobby with tremendous determination. He [b]would[/b] survive this! Which made it quite surprising when, the moment he made it out to the street, he was flattened by a runaway Spanish warship.

"[color=lawngreen]Take a look at this, Cap'n,[/color]" Navigator Juarez pushed a pilfered atlas into Alonzo's hands. "[color=lawngreen]We're about a half-mile out from the city square. Lookout says there's a sort of civilian militia up ahead. Folks in armor, folks with odd clothing... folks with crosses.[/color]"

Alonzo's fingers turned white as he tightened his grip on the wheel. "[color=aqua][b][i]Demon Hunters,[/i][/b][/color]" he snarled. "[color=aqua][b]Have the men prepare firebombs. When we pass, drop everything we've got on the bastards.[/b][/color]" Alonzo cupped his hands and called to his men on the riggings. "[color=aqua][b]Furl the sails, men! I want these bastards to get a good look at the man sending them back to their maker![/b][/color]"

As the [i]Revengeance[/i] found its way to the street Juarez had talked about, Alonzo found a chance to observe who these Demon Hunters were. Two priestly fellows were in a sort of large, rectangular carriage, talking to some civilians. Two men were on a roof nearby, talking about something. One man, dressed in plated armor, was running down the middle of the street. Aside from that, the streets were packed with civilians and corpses. The crew had their targets, and just in time; Edwards had been busy filling rum bottles with gasoline and passing them to any free hand.

As the [i]Revengeance[/i] entered onto the street, any crewman with a firebomb made his move. From a pedestrian's perspective, it must have been an awesome sight-- a full-fledged ship of the line tearing a massive gash through solid asphalt, flaming bottles spilling from its flanks like confetti at a parade.

The bus was showered in molotov cocktails, covering everything immediately outside of it in burning fuel and shards. Two well-aimed bottles crashed through the bus's ruined windows, setting the seats ablaze and filling the aisles with glittering glass.
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The armored man in the street met a terrible shower of debris as the [i]Revengeance[/i] passed by him, narrowly avoiding him by mere yards. Thrown molotov cocktails and scattered pavement clattered against his armor as the crew rained fire down on him. As quickly as it came, the [i]Revengeance[/i] tore a path along the street away from him.
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"[color=khaki]Ya think that did anything to 'em, cap'n?[/color]" First Mate Edwards asked, wiping gasoline off his hands with a damp rag.

"[color=aqua][b]No. But if these young ones are as easily enflamed as their ancestors, they'll come for us regardless. You have my commendations, Mister Edwards.[/b][/color]" Alonzo laughed quietly at the thoughts his enemies must be having by now, and oriented the ship straight towards the city square. Whatever happened now, he would gladly meet it head-on.