[center][h3][u]Camlann City Outskirts, East[/u][/h3][/center]
[@AlternateMan]

The demons lay dead, crushed and... Well to be frank, they were recognizeable as four demons at the end of Mesmund's pulverisation and retribution for his crumpled bicycle. Watching from the window in the diner though was the owner, wide mouthed at what he watched, just this middle-aged looking man pulling out all these insane demonic chains. He stared not sure in awe or surprise, but in his less-than-ideal composure he stumbled over a chair, catching Mesmund's attention.

It seems the diner was just about to open. Serving breakfast no doubt. [i]"Y-you... Uh, we're open... If you uh... W-w-well just don't... Don't hurt me"[/i], the owner was spineless, so it seems. 

[i]"B-breakfast's on the house... None of my regulars have s-s-shown up and I think... The... Demons might be why",[/i] he continued. So it seems something was happening in this town. Still, was up to Mesmund if he wanted to press on and seek vengeance for his bike, or get a bite to eat first, before doing that.