The demon screamed, dropping the woman, as he turned to see Jacque, a wound opening in his side. The demon hissed, turning towards this new threat. "What's this? A water spirit? This is my wreckage. Let me teach you the pecking order!" The demon leapt forward, landing heavily in front of Jacque. "Demon of the Blood, me, is above some tiny water creature. What are you? You're not a Naijad, or a were-dolphin....." The demon growls, standing at twice the height of a man. Leaning down, he bared his teeth at you, his breath smelling of blood and rot. Then the caramel-skinned man walks out of the cave, dropping a stone. Surprised, the demon looked down at his feet, spotting the grenade moments before it went off, blowing up the ridge the demon had been using as perch, and showering the area with shrapnel. 
The many-armed demon had by now noticed the exchange, and was screeching, it's arms spread around it's mouth. The man with the caramel skin opened fire, his bullets opening small wounds in the creature's flesh. However, before he could do any substantial damage, a beam of red light shot from the creature's mouth, The man screamed as he was hit, and as if time slowed, Jacquel could see his flesh boiling, burning off, as the smell of cooked meat filled the air, and then his blackened corpse was on the ground, and screams were filling the air, the beam having shot into the cave.