Intruders waltzed about the ship nonchalantly, not even giving the faintest hint of understanding just what kind of den of criminal activity they have just stumbled into. The men were not oblivious, however, and fully understood the gravity of the situation that they had just landed in. As they advanced, sly grins appeared on their faces.

"Smells like trouble up ahead." Alois pointed out, his icy blue eyes glancing toward his beau. "Or wet dog."

"It's unavoidable." Ciel replied. "Send a text to our backup, will you?"

"Roger that." The menace said, pulling out his cellphone. He began texting as they approached a clearing, and didn't stop until it was finished. Both of them stopped and he slipped his phone back in his pocket with a grin. The duo appeared amused despite the fact that they knew that they were surrounded.

Alois' smirk widened, flashing his teeth. He could sense their enemies hiding behind crates and metal storage pods, and was almost itching for a fight. Once they stopped, he raised his arms up over his head, stretching.

"So, who's going first?" he asked his beau.

"Well, it's usually courteous to let guests go first, but I'd rather the hosts make the first move." Jested the Phantomhive. "After all, we did drop in unannounced."

"So we did." The blonde said. "But, it appears as though they're waitin' for something."

"Permission from their superiors." Ciel stated. None of them are sure about their situation. They aren't trained killers. They want to be told what to do, and not just do it."

Alois whistled a flat note. "Major mistake. Think we can use that?"

"Maybe."

"So what's the plan, love?"

"Well, first, let's see if we can shake their resolve." The watchdog replied.

"Lead the way."

With that, Ciel held his head up high and puffed out his chest. Determination adorning his visage, he spoke; his voice booming throughout the room and not leaving a single opportunity to ignore it. "Supernaturals!" he bellowed, making the ears of his enemy pique. "Surrender now and you will be spared. You will be given asylum in Gehenna, and be given proper knowledge of your conditions. All you have to do is drop your weapons and leave this ship now. Failure to do so will result in injury or death."

Silence did not prevail, as the sounds of whispering was heard coming from the shadows. Some debated this. Some rationalized it away. Either way, no one left, as they were too scared of both H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. and the Scarlet Order itself. No one knew what the penalty for treachery was, and from their actions thus far, no one wanted to find out. So it was that they continued to defy the demons, although some with uncertainty.

"Doesn't seem to have worked." Alois said, hearing the loading and cocking of guns.

"It did. It just hasn't taken effect just yet." The Phantomhive retorted. "Many will become deserters once the battle starts. That's how it is, when the enemy has underestimated you."

"How rude. Better show them what for, now, huh?"

"Definitely."

On that word, one of the supernaturals in hiding sprung out and began firing, causing the demons to dodge. The werewolf's fur bristled, eyes wide, with his lips pulled back in a snarl. Oh, how the beast howled as it opened fire, soon being followed by his comrades. Werewolves opened fire on the demons and shot erratically. Staying low, the Lion sprang at the assailant while the Watchdog seemingly disappeared. It wasn't until the attacker heard the cries of pain from his comrades that he knew where the bluenette went. This didn't last long, however, as the menace appeared before him in a golden flash, aiming his gun at the lycanthropes head and pulling the trigger.

The gut-wrenching, hollow thuds echoed around the room between the thunderous sounds of gunfire. At times, there were those who when confronted by her majesty's beasts, threw down their weapons and put up their hands in surrender. They wimpered. They cried. They begged for mercy while attempting to evade the glowing gaze of the demons. Yet, as promised, they were let go. The Watchdog, known for his mercilessness, towered over the kneeling traitor and pointed to the exit.

"Go." He said, shaking the bones of the deserter with a single word. They did as instructed, however, and fled the battle as quickly as their legs could carry them, and surrendered to awaiting H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. forces outside.

But then, the door began to close and they could no longer escape. Some fled to the top of the ship and bathed themselves in sunlight before jumping over the railing into the water below. They swam to shore and followed the suit of their fellow traitors, seeking refuge rather than conflict.

Soldiers outside, however, gawked at signed that the ship was preparing to depart and called in for reinforcements. They alerted their barricade and hoped that it would hold. They hoped for the demons inside, as well, as they were on their own for the time being.

That said, they were doing just fine. Alois stood, surrounded by the bodies of beasts and men alike with a grin plastered across his face. Twirling his guns, he waited for the rest of the deserters to flee.

"As long as there's music, I'll keep on dancing~!" he declared pausing to fire at one more foe. The blonde then holstered his weapons as his lover finished off the last man standing on the opposing side.

"You're very good at it." Ciel chimed in as he stepped out from behind a crate. "Good thing, too, seeing as though there's more on the way. Not only that, I think the ship is taking off."

"Oh well. We planned for this, so it should be fine." The blonde said.

"You seem to not be too concerned."

"If I get worked up, it's hard to do my job. Let's just get this over with."

Nodding, the bluenette gestured for the Macken to follow him. "Come on. Let's finish this."