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After some pleasant introductions, the group sat in silence for a while. Alistair in particular simply leaned against the back of his seat in an effort to enjoy the music on the radio. As he looked out the window, he thought of Célia and the Castilla family. The young priest silently prayed for their safety, observing the pitter-patter of the rain all the while. As he wished for the Lord's protection, that he may deliver the family of their evils, he heard an ear-splitting scream.

This too was a test. If they fell here, they would not have the strength to face the trials ahead.

And so it began. The demons, detestable as they were, took the form of a horse and its rider. With inhuman speed, the horse-thing caught up to the car, but the driver's quick thinking dispatched of it soon enough. With ten more riders in pursuit and one speeding ahead, the driver-side window was broken by one of the demons. The offending hellspawn was put to rest efficiently, a single headshot sending the thing back to hell. 

Perhaps this nameless driver was more skilled than it would seem.

There was little time to ponder this, however. One of the demons leapt onto the sedan's roof, busting a hole in the center. Another attacked the driver, causing the car to swerve from side to side as the driver attempted to stabilize the vehicle. Meanwhile, three more riders began to ram the car from the right, as the remaining five attempted to slow the car from behind. For a moment, Alistair wondered if it would be better to stop the car and fight them on foot, but he realized that these demons, with their superior speed, would be difficult to fight on an open field.

As difficult as it was, they would simply have to fight from within the car-- something Alistair could do, in spite of his lack of ranged weapons.

One of the demons on the right smashed the window the priest was sitting next to, prompting the man to shield his eyes from the shards of glass. The rider quickly disengaged, before attempting another ram. 

This time, however, Alistair was prepared. 

As the demon drew close, the man slammed his fist into the rider's face in a vicious left hook, before dragging the now-dazed demon by the neck through the broken window and onto his lap. In a single swift motion, the priest procured the ritual dagger from his satchel and stabbed at the hellspawn several times; once in the neck, once between the side of its ribs, and once in the gut.

The demon on his lap went limp, the horse-thing now simply being dragged along for the ride. With more than a bit of disdain, the man lifted the rider away, letting the demon fall to the side of the road as the chase continued. Although his cassock, hands, and glasses were now stained with the blood of the enemies of the Lord, Alistair looked rather unperturbed, turning to his comrades.

[color=239C89]"Now... would any of you happen to have a spare weapon for me?"[/color] The priest asked casually as he pulled at his gloves. [color=239C89]"I"m afraid my sword just won't cut it in a situation like this."[/color]