Mesmund organized his thoughts as he stood at the crossroad doing nothing. He did have plenty of time, seeing how things weren't city-infested-with-all-kinds-of=demons emergent. Walking headfirst into the heart of the city would give him enough detail to take a grasp of what was going on, but a thorough investigation wasn't that bad. It was about time he started to actually think. The hunter stuffed the flail back into his chain arm, which sucked up the weapon like it had some kind of extra space inside it. Then he cocked his gun open, stuffing fresh bits of chain into it. The hunter headed his steps towards the shopping village, his legs slow and steady. His little demonic partner was so far silent in his head, perhaps everything was so far so good.