Matthew.

Matthew was walking around town, he wouldn't call it patrolling exactly, sure, he would attack demons if he saw them during his little walk, but he wasn't looking out for them as much tonight. Plus he didn't like the word 'patrolling'. So far, he was lucky enough to make it through a half an hour without any disturbance, but he knew that wouldn't last.

He walked down the sidewalks and looked into the dark alleys, raising an eyebrow, ''No evil here?'' He shook his head at the word evil as he kept walking and peeking into empty alleyways, when he saw a petite brunette walking the opposite way.

Usually he could just walk by, just some pedestrian, but, as if on cue, a demon shows up. Of course, the one time he misses an alley.

It pulled him into the alley thinking he was a helpless human. But it was wrong. He elbowed it in the stomach, causing it to let go, then turned around to face his opponent. By then, however, the brunette had swiftly gotten into the alley and started attacking the demon once it let go of him. He just stood there for a second, figuring he wasn't needed for one mere demon the way she was attacking it, when a couple of its 'friends' showed up.

Forty-five minutes of lucky..

Isolde.

Isolde strolled around the streets of the town, looking about. It'd been a quiet week, apart from a few scrapes that'd left her with some cuts and bruises, and she'd decided to walk to try and forget the stinging rather than be babied by the rest of the group who'd looked worried as anything. It wasn't as if it was as bad as when she broke her leg, or cracked her skull...

She chuckled to herself, scuffing her boots on the ground. They were all going stir crazy at the base and Isolde knew that if she didn't get some action soon she'd have to search high and low to find some fun.

She thought she'd seen something in the corner of her eye, a human her instincts told her, but he wasn't alone - he'd soon been dragged into an alleyway, by the sounds of it and Isolde turned and ran to help. The guy didn't seem to be completely helpless, however as he gave it a good shove in the stomach. She brought out one of the weapons distributed to her and shot it at the demon the minute he'd let go, causing it to fit and she promptly kicked it in the face for good measure.

This was what she loved doing, was what she was trained for. She beat the demon with a smile, enjoying the crack that sounded when she smashed her fist into his nose.

They had more company, that she knew, but for now she was intent of finishing this one off. She wanted to milk him for all he was worth.

He looked over, watching her beat the demon down as far as she could it seemed. It appeared she was gaining enjoyment from it. He didn't have time to think much about it now, questions later, if at all.

He turned to the three new antagonists, picked two from the group, kicking one to the ground, and hit the other on the side of the face until the other started getting up. With that, he swung around, connecting his boot to the demon's neck, causing it to stay down longer so he could keep at the still upright one.

The woman seemed to be able to hold her own with the one she was striking, he saw. The fourth one was going to her though, about to try a blow from behind her. Her reflexes seemed to perk up then, sensing the thing looming over.

She kicked out behind her, hearing the demon approaching from behind by its harsh breath. Her boot got it square in the chest, sending him reeling backwards and hopefully the guy, whoever he was, would take care of him. She knew he was more than adequate at fighting them, so she didn't feel bad for finishing off the one she'd started on with a final slice of her ring across its neck.

She didn't bother to watch it fall. Her attention was now switched to a demon who'd decided to go after her instead of the man she seemed to be fighting alongside. Ducking the demon's arm as he swung for her she jabbed him in the side, spin around to his back and booted him forwards down onto the floor, just as the other grabbed her hair.

Turning back to the upright one he knocked it to the ground, only to be hit into the wall from behind and let out an annoyed 'Oof'. He swung back hitting the demon away from him for some room. The two were both standing now, "Great.." He smirked a bit before jumping back into the fighting mode.

He did lots of ducking and jumping back now, it all ending when he got hit in the face. That made him mad. He had just forgiven them for the wall incident, the face...no, no mercy there. He glared back at them, wiping a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, and whipped out a knife from his sleeve, slicing the fiends wherever before her hit their necks, both of them falling to the ground.

He looked over at the woman after hearing her mumble and saw a demon grab her by the hair. He threw the knife he was holding and hit the hand and its attention was on him now.

Isolde mentally thanked the guy for his help with the hair-grabbing demon but didn't have time to say it as she turned back to fight it. This one seemed to be stronger than the others somehow, and definitely uglier. It tilted his head at her as if considering how this strange, little human could possibly beat him but all Isolde did was smile.

It was the least she could do, you know? Give him a smile, before administering a sharp jab in the chest sending him stumbling away. It sort of took the edge off what she was about to do to him, which was beat the remaining crap out of him. He recovered quickly but she was ready with an upward kick to his jaw which snapped back, breaking his neck as his head was forced backwards and he fell to the floor with a giant thud.

Isolde now realized how heavy she was breathing after the scuffle. The adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, making her eager and alert and she wanted something else to do, something else to fight. It was then she remembered the guy who had helped her and turned, almost awkwardly to face him.

"Hi there..." she said, grinning at how ridiculous it sounded.

When he looked back at her, he saw a smile on her face. The first time he'd seen her smile at a demon, well, it wasn't in much of an attacking mood anymore...or a living mood for that matter. Sure enough, that smile was the admission to a party; her fist the host and her boot the crescendo. The party ended with a broken neck and a thud. Doors' are closed, everyone out.

He raised an eyebrow at the panting woman, keeping it up as she turned to him speaking after all that with a 'Hi there...'.

He smirked a bit, leaning against the brick alleyway wall, as his breathing was now catching up too, "Hello..". He moved his gaze from her to the demons around, oddly intrigued by the sight, then back as her...not so unintriguing either.