Demon Hunters

*biggshokk waddles down da hall, lookin around curiously* WAIT A MINIT... WERES ME GUN? *he suddenly notices it on da ground behind him* OH, DER IT IS *he picks it up*

*drops from the celing,fighting a demonic worm with my scyte*

*His weapon is drawn instantly* What the-?!

*trows the demonic wrom thruu a wall and dashes at it*

*she looked at you suspiciously* "you sure? This is a restricted area, only demon hunters are allowed here."

and i dont give a f##k

*she looked angry* "do you know what will happen if I report you to the higher ups? You'll be in big trouble."

*After another bloody battle that lasts weeks. I walk away from the western sector, villages set ablaze. Their species almost extinct, One primitive tent infront of me. The last one left*

*A trembling hand pushes aside the tent flap. A young demoness emerges, her eyes pleading* Please... I have infants inside. They'll die without me.

How many... *my voice is cold, emotionless*

*The chamber is silent save for the soft hum of the viewing crystal as Aldric's eyes trace every horrific detail. He looks up, his face a mask of stone, but his eyes... they are filled with a profound sorrow* The western front... is silent now. Utterly silent. *his voice is barely a whisper, thick with unspoken grief*

*you see a deer, it's just standing there. It's not moving. It's not even breathing. It looks like it's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not moving. It's like it's frozen in time. You walk up to it and touch it. It's cold. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead.

*spins lazily in the air* Aww, is the little hunter mad? *grins* Let me guess - you're still upset about last week's mission where you lost three men to that shadow demon and a random dog died?

Oh, but I'm just getting started! *spins lazily* Want to hear about that secret stash under floorboard three?

*Marcus suddenly lunges forward* ENOUGH! *slams his fist into the wall, eyes blazing* Tell me HOW you know these things!