Angel brushed Vampire dust off his pants and squinted up at the roof. He'd
almost been in serious trouble a few moments ago until someone up on the
roof of that building had fired an incredibly accurate shot that had
possibly saved his life, or at least saved him from having a painful hole
in his chest for a while.
Whoever it had been they hadn't waited around, he had immediately heard lightly running feet across the roof and a faint thud as whoever it had been had jumped from the fire escape. Clearly they hadn't wanted to stay and chat.
He glanced around looking for the bolt or arrow but couldn't see it, some professional demon hunter's marked their arrows with symbols or initials and he was curious to see if it was someone he might know of. Even seeing what weapon the mystery helper favoured might help him identify who they were.
Whoever it was had calmly and accurately shot two demons and a vampire to save him but hadn't tried to shoot him when he revealed his own game-face, very strange. Deciding to have a look at the ones shot into the demons he walked back around the building.
After some tugging and grimacing over the viscous pink slime running from the demon's wound Angel achieved his objective, he had a bolt used by his unseen assistant. Taking a moment to admire the perfect shots to the neck of both demons he then turned his attention to the bolt. It was unusual, black with a few cobweb fine silver lines etched onto it in spirals and stamped in silver on one end was the initial 'S' Angel frowned. He'd never seen bolts quite like these before, pondering what the 'S' could stand for he pocketed it, turned and left the alleyway.
The bolt and its owner would have to wait awhile; he had a best friend in need of rescuing.
Whoever it had been they hadn't waited around, he had immediately heard lightly running feet across the roof and a faint thud as whoever it had been had jumped from the fire escape. Clearly they hadn't wanted to stay and chat.
He glanced around looking for the bolt or arrow but couldn't see it, some professional demon hunter's marked their arrows with symbols or initials and he was curious to see if it was someone he might know of. Even seeing what weapon the mystery helper favoured might help him identify who they were.
Whoever it was had calmly and accurately shot two demons and a vampire to save him but hadn't tried to shoot him when he revealed his own game-face, very strange. Deciding to have a look at the ones shot into the demons he walked back around the building.
After some tugging and grimacing over the viscous pink slime running from the demon's wound Angel achieved his objective, he had a bolt used by his unseen assistant. Taking a moment to admire the perfect shots to the neck of both demons he then turned his attention to the bolt. It was unusual, black with a few cobweb fine silver lines etched onto it in spirals and stamped in silver on one end was the initial 'S' Angel frowned. He'd never seen bolts quite like these before, pondering what the 'S' could stand for he pocketed it, turned and left the alleyway.
The bolt and its owner would have to wait awhile; he had a best friend in need of rescuing.
