Note: The violence continues in this section, but be further warned, it
gets even more brutal and harsh then the last.
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May 22nd, Budget Motel
"Wow, she took six shells and was still coming." Daimon said to himself as he gathered all pieces of evidence from the murder he had just committed and wrapped it all inside a sheet he had removed from the bed. The entire cleaning process had only really taken a short ten minutes of time to accomplish, and it seems that whoever the Innkeeper that night was, Daimon was lucky the operator of the motel was a slacker.
Daimon picked the large heap of bloody rags and other items over his back and then turned to stare at the dead woman on the floor. He had done a good job when it came to blotching the bullet wounds and stopping her from bleeding so terribly. He had stuffed the bullet holes with as many towels and crumbled toilet paper as he could muster, and the barricade of fibers seemed to be holding out just fine. "Now, what am I supposed to do with you?" He asked the corpse on the floor, never expecting it to answer him at all. "The bad of evidence wont be that hard to get rid of, Ill just toss it in the sewer and no one will be the smarter. But, your body is an entirely different matter altogether."
Daimon dropped the bag of evidence for a short amount of time and let it fall to the ground next to the dead body that had once been someone calling herself Bonnie. Daimon rubbed the back of his head and sighed, "Damnit, I knew I shouldn't have come over here. It was obviously a trap of some sort. I should have seen it coming all along." He stopped down to his knees and began to pat her pants down for any wallet or identification. "Lets see if I can find out who you really are Bonnie, and try and figure out who sent you after me." He put his hands into her pockets and came back with nothing, only the dense feeling of a panty line under her tight pants. He pulled his hands back out and then sighed once more. "Well, it's not in the obvious place." He then trained his concentration on Bonnie's back, and then narrowed his eyes as he thought of something. "She sure the hell looks like a hooker, why wouldn't she hide things on her like one?"
Daimon grabbed Bonnie by her legs and turned her around so that she was on her back. Her hands hung loosely at her sides and her eyes were shut, her mouth open and dripping with blood. Daimon shook his head "I'm really sorry it had to come to this. But anyone who decides to mess with Daimon Kimimoto isn't going to be very happy with the results." He rubbed his hands together and then pulled a butterfly knife from his left jean pocket and let the blade out from its loose holder. He flipped it around and then began to cut away Bonnie's tight fitting t-shirt she had on, the fabric tearing easily under the pressure of the sharp knife. After cutting a long path through her shirt, he stopped at the collar around her neck and quickly jerked the knife upwards, the shirt now completely and utterly cut in a surgical manner.
Daimon smiled and nodded at a job well done, knowing that in order to completely be satisfied with the disposal of the body, he would have to get rid of the clothes and burn then all first. He removed her black t-shirt from her body and threw it on top of the bundle he had made and found a smooth pale body underneath it. Bonnie's body had been almost goddess like, and most men would have loved to be with her. This was evident as Daimon's eyes widened at her body lying in front of him. Her petite body revealed a cleanly smooth and pale skinned stomach that rose to her medium sized breasts. Her bra was red in color and was lacey, giving Daimon a glimpse of what may have been a fun and exciting time if he were to have done the wrong thing from the get-go. "You really were beautiful you know that?" He sighed as he slipped a hand under her left cup in order to search for her ID. "This was such a waste."
As Daimon's hand explored the bra of the dead body, Bonnie's eyes shot wide open and her right hand reached up quickly and grasped Daimon by his coat sleeve. She rose up and smiled at him, licking her own blood from her cheek and revealing that her eyes were more feline now then human. "WHAT THE FUCK!!" Daimon roared in surprise as Bonnie easily lifted him up by his arm and threw him as hard as she could at the wooden door to the motel room.
Daimon rolled around in mid air, doing a half somersault, his face close to the ground his legs high in the air. He then slammed hard against the wooden door and the entranceway bent and snapped under his thrown weight. Daimon fell through the wood and skidded on the wet pavement outside of the room, his face being scraped and torn from the impact.
As he tried to get back up, Daimon could here the terrible giggles of the woman who twelve minutes earlier he had though he shot to death. "Impossible.." Daimon said as he slowly got to his feet and rubbed his now bleeding left cheek. "This is absolutely impossible."
Bonnie stuck her head outside, overlooking the now shattered pieces of wood that scattered the empty parking lot of the motel. She looked over at Daimon and an evil smirk crossed her face. "Surprised to see me lover boy?" She winked at him with her cat-like eye and smiled, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth. Daimon reached down and pulled out his revolver once more and noticed that it was already to go. "Lucky I was prepared in case she had more of her friends around." He thought to himself.
"There is no possible way that a human being can take the damage you just took and still have the ability to throw me through a solid wooden door. That hurt by the way." He smiled as he held the gun and pointed it at Bonnie. Bonnie smiled and walked outside, dragging the leg that no longer had a kneecap. "You are one hundred percent right Daimon. There is no way that a human being can take so much damage and keep on ticking. And guess what, I'm not a human at all." She licked her lips and continued to make her way towards him, her arms slowly turning a murky reddish color as she came closer. Daimon raised the gun farther into the air and aimed at Bonnie's face, just as her head turned red and her once beautiful hair fell out and landed in a large clump on the pavement. "What the hell are you?" He said quietly in disbelief. She was now ten feet away from him, and as he watched he get closer, her back vibrated and two leathery bat-like wings exploded from her, spraying blood all over the parking lot. "I'm your worst nightmare, I'm also your equal." She said. Daimon smiled and then answered her by pulling the trigger of the 38-caliber pistol and emptying a metal round into her right eye.
The bullet pierced Bonnie's right eye and blood exploded from the newly created wound and exited from the back of her head, the blood continuing to spurt outward. She smiled and let the blood trail down her body to the ground. The impact from the point blank shot didn't even make her deter as she became closer, her arms outstretched. Daimon looked down at his smoking firearm and gulped. "I'm going to need something a lot bigger." He was about to make another attack on this creature before him, when Bonnie's arms spurted long scythe-like blades from her forearm. The blade looked to be made from bone, and they glinted in the light of the moon.
Daimon saw these blades elongate from Bonnie and found himself turning and running as fast as he could down the wet street. Raindrops that fell from the sky pattered and stung his face as he ran in a blind sprint towards hopeful freedom and safety. As he turned a corner, he found himself running through an alleyway. The alley was flooded with garbage cans and dumpsters, and trash was lying all over the gravel pavement. Taking a moment to regain his breath, Daimon gasped in horror as Bonnie landed ten feet behind him, her leathery wings flapping and then stopping as she landed on top of a nearby Pontiac Sunbird, the roof crushing like a tin can. She had increased in height, and was roughly ten feet tall, her slender build still evident, but was secondary to her scaly and reddish skin. From her forehead erupted a long single serrated horn that was black in color. She looked down with her slitted eyes and smiled at her prey, a long forked tongue exiting her mouth and licking her eye she had lost earlier from the gunshot.
Daimon looked around him and noticed that the alleyway ended with a brick wall. A dead end was not something that was an option, but if he had to stand and fight against whatever Bonnie really was, then he was not about to just surrender and let her have him. Daimon shrugged and smiled at his adversary, trying to hide his fear behind his smug face. "Alright bitch," he yelled, "This is round two!" He raised the revolver and emptied the remaining shells into the demonic beast looming on top of the crushed vehicle, just like he had done at the motel room earlier. The bullets whipped through the air and found their target. Three of the five remaining bullets bounced harmlessly off of Bonnie's skin, as though her skin were a type of body armor. The other two shells hit into her wings and made small holes in them, then continued to speed down the intercity street. "FUCK!" Daimon yelled as he threw the small pistol to the ground. "You're like a god damn tank!" He yelled some more then found himself arming his right hand with the butterfly knife in his pocket. He flipped it around in his hand with great skill and then grasped it tightly, the blade facing the ground.
Bonnie chuckled to herself and hopped down from the smashed car, and hunched down, her wings encircling her like a bat. "I see so you will oppose me still, eve if it is hopeless?" She licked her face once more disgustingly, and Daimon found himself sweating. "Remember what you've learned in Japan and China Daimon," he told himself as he saw Bonnie coming closer. "Keep focused, and don't let your guard down. Make your old masters proud of you."
As Bonnie loomed closer, Daimon began to sway back and forth, and then raised his hands in a Jeet Kun Do styled combat stance, much like that of Bruce Lee fame. Bonnie smiled more and brought her scythe-armed hands to her sides and prepared to cut the Japanese man in two. "Im not scared of you anymore Bonnie. I was before, but for some reason, I want to kill you." He clutched the knife tighter then before, it cut into the palm of his hand and blood began to drip from it. "I want to kill you Bonnie, and I want it to be in the most gruesome way possible.." he narrowed his eyes in anger and danced around her large form as menacing as he could being dwarfed by her monstrous form. "the funny thing is Bonnie, I don't know why I want to, I just HAVE to kill you brutally."
"It is what I was thinking from the start then," Bonnie began, "You are a reborn sacrifice, as I expected. This is most marvelous. I cant wait to break your skull in." Bonnie began to laugh manically again, but she was cut off when Daimon's right leg connected with her unguarded stomach region. His knee shoved quickly into her stomach, Bonnie felt nearly no pain at all from the attack, due to her demonic form. She was about to lash back in a counter-attack, but before she could do so, Daimon was attacking her with his butterfly knife in very fast motions across her chest. His knee still well-placed in her stomach, Bonnie found that it was difficult to catch up with Daimon's quick reflexes and speed, and before she knew it, the butterfly knife had cut several large slashes across her breasts and chest. Blood seeped from these wounds and poured down her body. She shrieked in agony and in anger and then backhanded the Japanese man into a nearby trash can.
Daimon flew into the trashcan and he could hear one of his ribs dislocating. It felt like he was hit by a speeding car. The trash can fell over and dumped garbage bags and pieces of metal and fluorescent light bulbs all over the alleyway. He stumbled to his feet and saw Bonnie was already upon him, she swung one of her scythe-blades at Daimons head. Daimon ducked out of the way of the attack and rolled on the wet ground across the strewn garbage. The scythe flew through the air and cut a long swath of destruction in its wake. Several trash bins and a dumpster were cut in half as if they were made of paper and Bonnie's weapons were a school room cutter. The severed metallic parts slid from the whole mass and fell besides the left overs of the containers they once belonged too. Daimon stopped his roll and jumped to his feet with a hand spring, grabbing a flourescnet bulb on his way up and slamming the easily broken light bulb over Bonnie's scaly head. The bulb exploded and showered the demon's face with tiny pieces of glass. Being forced to bat the glass particles away from her face, Bonnie was no open to an attack. Daimon used this temporary blindness to his advantage by kicking a rusty pipe the size of a staff into his hands, and slamming the end of it into Bonnie's left wing. The wing snapped where it was held in place by a thin boney protrusion, and fell messily to the ground, blood and gore splattering all over the alleyway.
Bonnie howled in pain and then turned to Daimon, the metal rod behind his back, his legs spread apart still in a combat stance. His body was half covered in the sprayinh blood that had erupted from Bonnie's severed wing, and he lowered his head and stared at her with fierce eyes he did not seem to have before. The demoness bellowed in anger and then charged towards him, Daimon simply raisning his free hand and beckoning her to come to him with as much force as she could.
As the demonic creature charged at him, Daimon swung the metal shaft around his head and the end of it slammed into Bonnie's left jaw. Her head swayed to the left, and Daimon spun the shaft around his side and shoved one end into the ground and forced the other end into the Demon's left underarm. The force of the attack and the leverage from the concrete forced the Demon to fall over and land inside of a dumpster, the container crushing under her weight and sending trash into the air.
Daimon breathed heavily and found this fight to be getting to him. Although he was delivering blow after blow to his adversary, the enemy was simply too large and heavy to cause any major damage at all. Daimon was finding that every time he struck this demon with anything he had, it felt like he was attacking a brick wall. Daimon swung the rusty steel shaft in front of his face like a true martial artist, and stared down at his opponent. As Bonnie returned to her feet and shook her head in confusion, Daimon slowly removed his long grey overcoat and threw it on the ground. The coat was blown away by the wind that was moving around the area from the storm above, and rain fell down and pattered all over his pale skinned body. "You know Bonnie, you used to be a hell of a lot hotter when you were a girl." The creature rose and snarled at Daimon, her scythe-arms retracting as she found out earlier that she would hit the walls more then her target. Daimon smiled and rubbed his dripping nose, "You know what nevermind," Daimon said as he lowered the shaft at Bonnie and rasied his left leg into the air into another combat stance. "Even though you were hotter then, you're a lot more fun now."
The monster charged at him again, and Daimon shoved the shaft forward, the rusty end spearing through the demon as it ran at him with amazing speed and strength. The steel rod plunged deep into Bonnie's left breast and exited through her back. Blood an a section of her ribs popped out of her back, the blood spraying some garbage bags and mixing with the rain water to make a transient red puddle nearby. Bonnie, although injured once more, continued to charge onward, as if the steel rod on her body was nothing at all.
Daimon gasped in surprise and ran backwards, doing a backflip on top of a nearby dumpster. As Bonnie came rushing towards him, Daimon raised the butterfly knife he still carried on him and threw it as hard as he could at the charging monster. The knife flew through the air and found its mark in Bonnie's forehead, the short steel blade barely missing the black horn that protruded from her head. Bonnie stopped her charge slightly and shook her head, the knife flying out from it and bouncing down the alleyway into the unknown.
Seeing his opportunity, Daimon dived from the dumpster and grabbed ahold of the massive horn with both of his hands. He swung as hard as he could and brought all of his weight down on the boney object. The horn snapped nastily with a popping sound, and cartilage and skin tore. Blood sprayed from the wound and gushed all over the surprised demon's face as Daimon landed near her, with his new weapon in hand.
Daimon laughed and then looked down at his arms to realize that he had been injured in that attack. As he was swaying back and forth to tear the horn off, Bonnie had swatted him with her clawed hand and had cut a very keep lasceration in Daimon's left arm. He grimaced in pain and held the horn tightly. "This all, this all seems to familiar." He thought to himself as he readied for his next attack.
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May 22nd, Budget Motel
"Wow, she took six shells and was still coming." Daimon said to himself as he gathered all pieces of evidence from the murder he had just committed and wrapped it all inside a sheet he had removed from the bed. The entire cleaning process had only really taken a short ten minutes of time to accomplish, and it seems that whoever the Innkeeper that night was, Daimon was lucky the operator of the motel was a slacker.
Daimon picked the large heap of bloody rags and other items over his back and then turned to stare at the dead woman on the floor. He had done a good job when it came to blotching the bullet wounds and stopping her from bleeding so terribly. He had stuffed the bullet holes with as many towels and crumbled toilet paper as he could muster, and the barricade of fibers seemed to be holding out just fine. "Now, what am I supposed to do with you?" He asked the corpse on the floor, never expecting it to answer him at all. "The bad of evidence wont be that hard to get rid of, Ill just toss it in the sewer and no one will be the smarter. But, your body is an entirely different matter altogether."
Daimon dropped the bag of evidence for a short amount of time and let it fall to the ground next to the dead body that had once been someone calling herself Bonnie. Daimon rubbed the back of his head and sighed, "Damnit, I knew I shouldn't have come over here. It was obviously a trap of some sort. I should have seen it coming all along." He stopped down to his knees and began to pat her pants down for any wallet or identification. "Lets see if I can find out who you really are Bonnie, and try and figure out who sent you after me." He put his hands into her pockets and came back with nothing, only the dense feeling of a panty line under her tight pants. He pulled his hands back out and then sighed once more. "Well, it's not in the obvious place." He then trained his concentration on Bonnie's back, and then narrowed his eyes as he thought of something. "She sure the hell looks like a hooker, why wouldn't she hide things on her like one?"
Daimon grabbed Bonnie by her legs and turned her around so that she was on her back. Her hands hung loosely at her sides and her eyes were shut, her mouth open and dripping with blood. Daimon shook his head "I'm really sorry it had to come to this. But anyone who decides to mess with Daimon Kimimoto isn't going to be very happy with the results." He rubbed his hands together and then pulled a butterfly knife from his left jean pocket and let the blade out from its loose holder. He flipped it around and then began to cut away Bonnie's tight fitting t-shirt she had on, the fabric tearing easily under the pressure of the sharp knife. After cutting a long path through her shirt, he stopped at the collar around her neck and quickly jerked the knife upwards, the shirt now completely and utterly cut in a surgical manner.
Daimon smiled and nodded at a job well done, knowing that in order to completely be satisfied with the disposal of the body, he would have to get rid of the clothes and burn then all first. He removed her black t-shirt from her body and threw it on top of the bundle he had made and found a smooth pale body underneath it. Bonnie's body had been almost goddess like, and most men would have loved to be with her. This was evident as Daimon's eyes widened at her body lying in front of him. Her petite body revealed a cleanly smooth and pale skinned stomach that rose to her medium sized breasts. Her bra was red in color and was lacey, giving Daimon a glimpse of what may have been a fun and exciting time if he were to have done the wrong thing from the get-go. "You really were beautiful you know that?" He sighed as he slipped a hand under her left cup in order to search for her ID. "This was such a waste."
As Daimon's hand explored the bra of the dead body, Bonnie's eyes shot wide open and her right hand reached up quickly and grasped Daimon by his coat sleeve. She rose up and smiled at him, licking her own blood from her cheek and revealing that her eyes were more feline now then human. "WHAT THE FUCK!!" Daimon roared in surprise as Bonnie easily lifted him up by his arm and threw him as hard as she could at the wooden door to the motel room.
Daimon rolled around in mid air, doing a half somersault, his face close to the ground his legs high in the air. He then slammed hard against the wooden door and the entranceway bent and snapped under his thrown weight. Daimon fell through the wood and skidded on the wet pavement outside of the room, his face being scraped and torn from the impact.
As he tried to get back up, Daimon could here the terrible giggles of the woman who twelve minutes earlier he had though he shot to death. "Impossible.." Daimon said as he slowly got to his feet and rubbed his now bleeding left cheek. "This is absolutely impossible."
Bonnie stuck her head outside, overlooking the now shattered pieces of wood that scattered the empty parking lot of the motel. She looked over at Daimon and an evil smirk crossed her face. "Surprised to see me lover boy?" She winked at him with her cat-like eye and smiled, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth. Daimon reached down and pulled out his revolver once more and noticed that it was already to go. "Lucky I was prepared in case she had more of her friends around." He thought to himself.
"There is no possible way that a human being can take the damage you just took and still have the ability to throw me through a solid wooden door. That hurt by the way." He smiled as he held the gun and pointed it at Bonnie. Bonnie smiled and walked outside, dragging the leg that no longer had a kneecap. "You are one hundred percent right Daimon. There is no way that a human being can take so much damage and keep on ticking. And guess what, I'm not a human at all." She licked her lips and continued to make her way towards him, her arms slowly turning a murky reddish color as she came closer. Daimon raised the gun farther into the air and aimed at Bonnie's face, just as her head turned red and her once beautiful hair fell out and landed in a large clump on the pavement. "What the hell are you?" He said quietly in disbelief. She was now ten feet away from him, and as he watched he get closer, her back vibrated and two leathery bat-like wings exploded from her, spraying blood all over the parking lot. "I'm your worst nightmare, I'm also your equal." She said. Daimon smiled and then answered her by pulling the trigger of the 38-caliber pistol and emptying a metal round into her right eye.
The bullet pierced Bonnie's right eye and blood exploded from the newly created wound and exited from the back of her head, the blood continuing to spurt outward. She smiled and let the blood trail down her body to the ground. The impact from the point blank shot didn't even make her deter as she became closer, her arms outstretched. Daimon looked down at his smoking firearm and gulped. "I'm going to need something a lot bigger." He was about to make another attack on this creature before him, when Bonnie's arms spurted long scythe-like blades from her forearm. The blade looked to be made from bone, and they glinted in the light of the moon.
Daimon saw these blades elongate from Bonnie and found himself turning and running as fast as he could down the wet street. Raindrops that fell from the sky pattered and stung his face as he ran in a blind sprint towards hopeful freedom and safety. As he turned a corner, he found himself running through an alleyway. The alley was flooded with garbage cans and dumpsters, and trash was lying all over the gravel pavement. Taking a moment to regain his breath, Daimon gasped in horror as Bonnie landed ten feet behind him, her leathery wings flapping and then stopping as she landed on top of a nearby Pontiac Sunbird, the roof crushing like a tin can. She had increased in height, and was roughly ten feet tall, her slender build still evident, but was secondary to her scaly and reddish skin. From her forehead erupted a long single serrated horn that was black in color. She looked down with her slitted eyes and smiled at her prey, a long forked tongue exiting her mouth and licking her eye she had lost earlier from the gunshot.
Daimon looked around him and noticed that the alleyway ended with a brick wall. A dead end was not something that was an option, but if he had to stand and fight against whatever Bonnie really was, then he was not about to just surrender and let her have him. Daimon shrugged and smiled at his adversary, trying to hide his fear behind his smug face. "Alright bitch," he yelled, "This is round two!" He raised the revolver and emptied the remaining shells into the demonic beast looming on top of the crushed vehicle, just like he had done at the motel room earlier. The bullets whipped through the air and found their target. Three of the five remaining bullets bounced harmlessly off of Bonnie's skin, as though her skin were a type of body armor. The other two shells hit into her wings and made small holes in them, then continued to speed down the intercity street. "FUCK!" Daimon yelled as he threw the small pistol to the ground. "You're like a god damn tank!" He yelled some more then found himself arming his right hand with the butterfly knife in his pocket. He flipped it around in his hand with great skill and then grasped it tightly, the blade facing the ground.
Bonnie chuckled to herself and hopped down from the smashed car, and hunched down, her wings encircling her like a bat. "I see so you will oppose me still, eve if it is hopeless?" She licked her face once more disgustingly, and Daimon found himself sweating. "Remember what you've learned in Japan and China Daimon," he told himself as he saw Bonnie coming closer. "Keep focused, and don't let your guard down. Make your old masters proud of you."
As Bonnie loomed closer, Daimon began to sway back and forth, and then raised his hands in a Jeet Kun Do styled combat stance, much like that of Bruce Lee fame. Bonnie smiled more and brought her scythe-armed hands to her sides and prepared to cut the Japanese man in two. "Im not scared of you anymore Bonnie. I was before, but for some reason, I want to kill you." He clutched the knife tighter then before, it cut into the palm of his hand and blood began to drip from it. "I want to kill you Bonnie, and I want it to be in the most gruesome way possible.." he narrowed his eyes in anger and danced around her large form as menacing as he could being dwarfed by her monstrous form. "the funny thing is Bonnie, I don't know why I want to, I just HAVE to kill you brutally."
"It is what I was thinking from the start then," Bonnie began, "You are a reborn sacrifice, as I expected. This is most marvelous. I cant wait to break your skull in." Bonnie began to laugh manically again, but she was cut off when Daimon's right leg connected with her unguarded stomach region. His knee shoved quickly into her stomach, Bonnie felt nearly no pain at all from the attack, due to her demonic form. She was about to lash back in a counter-attack, but before she could do so, Daimon was attacking her with his butterfly knife in very fast motions across her chest. His knee still well-placed in her stomach, Bonnie found that it was difficult to catch up with Daimon's quick reflexes and speed, and before she knew it, the butterfly knife had cut several large slashes across her breasts and chest. Blood seeped from these wounds and poured down her body. She shrieked in agony and in anger and then backhanded the Japanese man into a nearby trash can.
Daimon flew into the trashcan and he could hear one of his ribs dislocating. It felt like he was hit by a speeding car. The trash can fell over and dumped garbage bags and pieces of metal and fluorescent light bulbs all over the alleyway. He stumbled to his feet and saw Bonnie was already upon him, she swung one of her scythe-blades at Daimons head. Daimon ducked out of the way of the attack and rolled on the wet ground across the strewn garbage. The scythe flew through the air and cut a long swath of destruction in its wake. Several trash bins and a dumpster were cut in half as if they were made of paper and Bonnie's weapons were a school room cutter. The severed metallic parts slid from the whole mass and fell besides the left overs of the containers they once belonged too. Daimon stopped his roll and jumped to his feet with a hand spring, grabbing a flourescnet bulb on his way up and slamming the easily broken light bulb over Bonnie's scaly head. The bulb exploded and showered the demon's face with tiny pieces of glass. Being forced to bat the glass particles away from her face, Bonnie was no open to an attack. Daimon used this temporary blindness to his advantage by kicking a rusty pipe the size of a staff into his hands, and slamming the end of it into Bonnie's left wing. The wing snapped where it was held in place by a thin boney protrusion, and fell messily to the ground, blood and gore splattering all over the alleyway.
Bonnie howled in pain and then turned to Daimon, the metal rod behind his back, his legs spread apart still in a combat stance. His body was half covered in the sprayinh blood that had erupted from Bonnie's severed wing, and he lowered his head and stared at her with fierce eyes he did not seem to have before. The demoness bellowed in anger and then charged towards him, Daimon simply raisning his free hand and beckoning her to come to him with as much force as she could.
As the demonic creature charged at him, Daimon swung the metal shaft around his head and the end of it slammed into Bonnie's left jaw. Her head swayed to the left, and Daimon spun the shaft around his side and shoved one end into the ground and forced the other end into the Demon's left underarm. The force of the attack and the leverage from the concrete forced the Demon to fall over and land inside of a dumpster, the container crushing under her weight and sending trash into the air.
Daimon breathed heavily and found this fight to be getting to him. Although he was delivering blow after blow to his adversary, the enemy was simply too large and heavy to cause any major damage at all. Daimon was finding that every time he struck this demon with anything he had, it felt like he was attacking a brick wall. Daimon swung the rusty steel shaft in front of his face like a true martial artist, and stared down at his opponent. As Bonnie returned to her feet and shook her head in confusion, Daimon slowly removed his long grey overcoat and threw it on the ground. The coat was blown away by the wind that was moving around the area from the storm above, and rain fell down and pattered all over his pale skinned body. "You know Bonnie, you used to be a hell of a lot hotter when you were a girl." The creature rose and snarled at Daimon, her scythe-arms retracting as she found out earlier that she would hit the walls more then her target. Daimon smiled and rubbed his dripping nose, "You know what nevermind," Daimon said as he lowered the shaft at Bonnie and rasied his left leg into the air into another combat stance. "Even though you were hotter then, you're a lot more fun now."
The monster charged at him again, and Daimon shoved the shaft forward, the rusty end spearing through the demon as it ran at him with amazing speed and strength. The steel rod plunged deep into Bonnie's left breast and exited through her back. Blood an a section of her ribs popped out of her back, the blood spraying some garbage bags and mixing with the rain water to make a transient red puddle nearby. Bonnie, although injured once more, continued to charge onward, as if the steel rod on her body was nothing at all.
Daimon gasped in surprise and ran backwards, doing a backflip on top of a nearby dumpster. As Bonnie came rushing towards him, Daimon raised the butterfly knife he still carried on him and threw it as hard as he could at the charging monster. The knife flew through the air and found its mark in Bonnie's forehead, the short steel blade barely missing the black horn that protruded from her head. Bonnie stopped her charge slightly and shook her head, the knife flying out from it and bouncing down the alleyway into the unknown.
Seeing his opportunity, Daimon dived from the dumpster and grabbed ahold of the massive horn with both of his hands. He swung as hard as he could and brought all of his weight down on the boney object. The horn snapped nastily with a popping sound, and cartilage and skin tore. Blood sprayed from the wound and gushed all over the surprised demon's face as Daimon landed near her, with his new weapon in hand.
Daimon laughed and then looked down at his arms to realize that he had been injured in that attack. As he was swaying back and forth to tear the horn off, Bonnie had swatted him with her clawed hand and had cut a very keep lasceration in Daimon's left arm. He grimaced in pain and held the horn tightly. "This all, this all seems to familiar." He thought to himself as he readied for his next attack.