“Ugh…” Selena groaned as she heard the demon’s voice sprout from the same stall she had left him at. She knew it would not be the first, or last time she’d have to kill him. For whatever reason, it seemed that fat bastard simply refused to die. Before, she had tried to dice him into small little chunks, something that did not work as next week after Dr. Ottovordemgentschenfelde put the jigsaw puzzle back together and let him go with more stitches than flesh back home. The next week she tried to dissolve him in acid, but a special division from the French multinational Péter-Puant condensed his gases back into a solid form and modeled him again from the play-dough they got. After that fiasco, she had simply decided that whenever she had to ‘slay’ him all she would do was leave him incapacitated enough to get what she wanted.

Still, the blunder left her somewhat frustrated, and so she tied a rope to her machete and flung it through the door, “Fuck you!” splitting the demon into two one last time. After she recalled her weapon, her face turned to the rest of her environment. *‘Well shit.’* She thought to herself, everything silent and loud at the same time as she glanced around at the demons, her weapon in hand as she readied herself to escape, only to be confronted by another one of the demons.

Her gaze lowered to the stranger, her height more than half a foot taller than the small centaur looking thing. She was not truly listening to him as much as she was trying to figure out what it was that he was trying to say. Something about a family perhaps, and a ridiculously long name that probably belonged to that Ixxa demoness she read earlier.

Before she could collect her thoughts however, one of those small future crystals she had failed to look at whilst scanning the room was hurled at her. She took a quick leap back, watching as the smoke escaped the strange rhombus and produced some malformed copy of herself. “Huh, what a neat party trick.” She commented, readying her blade to meet the bat wings as she lowered her posture. Both of the edges of the wing and the blade Selena held met, letting out sparks and a cloud of boiled electrolytic fluid, a brief hum that lasted as long as the machete cut through the wing followed, with the end result being the destruction of the tool’s edge, and the wing being cut off and flying off before it lodged itself into one of the walls.

The vapors, blessed beforehand and noxious to a demon, enveloped the spinning copy of Selena as she had made a vortex, and before the second wing could reach its target, the young demon hunter pressed a button atop her machete’s handle, letting out a strong lighting bolt that bridged across the demon and into the ground, forcing her muscles to spasm and making her other wing miss Selena. “So, your idea of showing them I am not a threat is to have me fight some mutant that vaguely looks like me? How does that even work shorty?” She asked the Minotaur as she readied her stance again, a smile spreading on her face. “I don’t even think I’ll need to take out my rifle to deal with this one.” Selena continued, confidence running through her as she kept her defensive stance up, still trying to figure out her enemy and what tricks they would have up their sleeve. As for her blade, the chipped part receded into it, and was replaced by another part of the weapon that still had a finely tuned razor thin cutting edge, one of the perks of a free geometry melee weapon.