Over the years Leon had seen plenty. He wouldn’t flinch a charging werewolf, and he had grown bored of dealing with common vampires, but watching a demonic entity bounce around traffic like it was in the Olympics was a new sight. Even then he couldn’t help but grin when the being’s spear-like appendages simply bounced off the shield. “See Mad’s gonna be just fine.” Leon chuckled watching as a tendril attempted to breach the shield and instead splattered apart on impact. Leon turned back up toward his associates to see more tendrils denting the ceiling as well as a knife sticking out of Malone’s arm. Before he could even question how that happened Leon felt something tug his leg. A tendril had wrapped around it and was trying to pull him out. With his arm tied up in the seat belt, Leon was lifted into the air, but couldn’t be extricated from the vehicle. Leon thanks to the spirits the shield was taking the strain less he’d have his arm or leg wrenched from its socket. “Leon, can you extend-” Madeline began to communicate in a stranger's voice, but Leon shouted cutting her off. “Already stretched thin thanks!” Leon roared as he struggled to get free of the tendril. It became its grip was too strong. Pulling his silver knife out of his bag Leon cut the seatbelt and was launched out the back of the Van. Leon caught the end of the trunk door and looked up to see the monstrous hitchhiker had fallen backward thrown down by Leon suddenly coming free. “You want the girl you gotta kill me first,” Leon growled. The demonic shaping threw more tendrils towards Leon grabbing him and reeling him in. The tendrils came together forming a something like a mouth in front of the corpse's chest. The mouth consumed Leon whole, but then began to shake erratically. A silver blade stabbed through the demonic growths before golden fingers ripped it apart. Leon tore himself free and lied on the top of the SUV covered in blood and ichor. He gripped onto one of the roof racks with his free hand stabbing at the demon as it lurched away making gurgling noises as more ichor spilled from its body. It was now at the back corner of the van while Leon was at the front. “Ku, you wanted blood. Have a demon's.” Leon muttered. The disguised mask on his face began to thrum as it absorbed the blood and ichor around its host. “More.” Was the only reply. “Then you guard your host,” Leon grumbled pulling the sunglasses off. Reaching into the busted passenger window Leon. “These now. Grit your teeth, and don’t listen to the voice.” Leon told Malone, but his tone was the complete opposite of before. It was like a surgeon telling a soldier to bite a bullet. The glasses seemed to pull themselves onto Malone’s face. As they did Leon pulled the knife free. The glasses filled with energy and momentarily reverted to their true form. The agony would still be immense for a moment, but then it would disperse immensely weakened through Malone’s entire body. After a second it’d only feel like a papercut, though the physiological effects of the wound would remain. “Obsidian? Traditionally used in sacrificial knives. Don’t tell me, you’re in a blood cult where you trade your souls for unimaginable power?” Leon taunted the demon trying to keep its attention. He could think of plenty of ways to dispatch it, but all ended up the same with him and the demon tumbling off the roof. The chance of casualties alone stopped those plans. He couldn’t show his hand though. Showing fear to a demon was resting your head in a guillotine. (Un)Privilaged Information: [hider=Malone] At first, Ku will be silent, but there's a strange sensation in Malone's head. It's like a set of prying eyes inside her mind and she can't seem to wipe away the image of a scowling tiki. There will be a tiny voice in the back of her mind trying to reach out to her. If she can ignore it it'll stay quiet and keep going like a fly buzzing in her ear. If she acknowledges it Ku may begin to try and bargain. Likely demanding blood to continue protecting her (despite Leon having already paid him). [/hider]