Reaching ground level, Jake saw the demon which was 8'6" demon with black scale armor and red wings, skull mask, and clawed hands. It saw Jake and smile.
"My master orders your death, and I shall do as master Marcus commands." With that, the demon rushed where I was standing, the black armor erupting in flames.
Jumping sideways as the demon slashed at Jake with its claws, "For something so high powered, you sure are slow," said Jake.
Aiming then firing his pistol from his left side, the demon's head snapped back from the impact of the bullet. It didn't fall instead stood up from its crouching position slowly turning its head to face Jake.
A sick smile plastered on its face. The bullet embedded in its skull mask. Its smile grew wider, forcing the bullet to pop out and fall.
Standing there, the demon smiling at Jake, and Jake pointing a gun at its face, "Is that the best you posses?" it asked backhanding Jake right into a nearby building.
Through the wall and across the room, Jake slammed into the wall.
Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, "Oh, this is going to be a whole hell of a lot of fun," he thought.
Standing up and steady himself, he noticed people staring at him.
"What, aren't you people going to run?"
A moment passed, then, "OH MY GOD, IT'S THAT WANTED ASSASSIN!" began the running and screaming for the exit.
Trying to exit through the hole he entered through, he got burned by the demon that was coming in after me.
Still smiling, "You might put up to be a challenge after all, unlike that last hunter I let get away."
Gripping both guns in his hand, "Then lets party," replied Jake charging up ice rounds, "boy."
The demon charged at Jake as he rushed at the demon shooting at him. Within five feet, Jake jumped twisting, firing at the side of the demon. Three shoots struck him, still it didn't go down.
Standing letting its flames melts the ice away. Standing there, doing the only thing he hoped worked, Jake kept firing until the clips were empty. The ice melted faster before reaching the demon's flesh.
The demon just smiled.
"Then again," it remarked, "I could be wrong."
Launching forward faster then Jake's eyes could follow, its fist struck Jake's stomach sending Jake into the front wall, crashing through it and landing on the street. Rolling onto his knees, he coughed up blood. His healing factor already mending his broken ribs from the punch and the impact going through.
"FREEZE!" brought Jake's attention to with cops and even national guard aiming their weapons at him.
He wanted to say it, "'This couldn't get any worse," instead he whispered, "Any time would be nice, Hazara."
It wasn't quite what he expected still it worked. behind the police barricade with the crowd was Altair, she launched herself into the air. Sending five shurikens into the hands of the police causing them to cry out in pain as she rushed the remaining police force and guards.
Barrage of bullets headed towards Altair and Jake ignoring the demon crashing through the wall building. Being the higher level trained hunter, Altair focused her attention on fighting the law while Jake focused on the demon.
Losing his guns, Jake brought up his fists. Jake's joy of close combat against this demon was being matched by the demon bringing up a hand containing a fireball.
"You're more pathetic then my master had thought," rearing back to throw like a baseball pitcher.
Halfway its the motion, something pierced the exposed skin between the armor and his wrist. Clutching its wrist in pain, it screamed its inhuman scream.
Looking up, on a rooftop was Hazara standing in position anyone could see she had thrown one of her darts. As her other hand going to draw a dagger, Jake swore despite her bridle, he saw her smiling for the chance to fight.
Staring at her. "You will pay for that, you bitch!" the demon screamed.
Distracted, Jake rushed towards it like he was missing out of a good fight. Low kick by his right foot to the back of its knee followed up with a mid kick across its face with the left foot. The demon went down.
Keeping light on his feet like Muhammad Ali by bouncing in the one spot, "Don't forget, son of bitch, that you started this fight."
Looking at Jake, a grin spread across its lips. Launching up, its claws swiped at Jake causing him to jump back. A claw did slice through Jake's shirt. Continuing to rush forward with its claws swiping at Jake only shredding Jake's to shreds. Jake's healing factor gave him a higher stamina then most. This demon was moving too fast which was tiring Jake quickly.
Jumping down, Hazara rushed the demon from behind. Trying to stab the demon from behind proved useless since her daggers couldn't break through the armor. Turning, the demon smacked her into a nearby building. Taking the opening, Jake punched the demon in the stomach.
They stood there just the two of us. The demon's claw struck where Hazara used to be and Jake's fist against its stomach.
"Ow," mumbled Jake.
Staring down at Jake with a sick smile on his face, "Did you think that a punch would work when daggers just slide off?"
"Had to try."
Just nodding, it punched Jake sending him flying into a Military Hummer. Leaving a sizable dent in the door, he slid onto the ground. His healing factor mended his broken bones. His vision fuzzy, couple of blinks cleared it up. Tilting his head up, he watched Hazara fighting this demon minion. She seemed to be favoring her right side probably had a couple of broken, or bruised ribs.
"How you doing?" brought his attention onto a tried Altair looking at him.
"I'll be fine," he replied, "How bout you?"
"Got shot in the shoulder?" staring at dried blood on her left arm.
She was a healer so dried blood meant she had healed it. Now for the next problem, civilians.
"What about cops and guards?" he asked standing back up.
"I fought them back to the point to where they were sitting at the ends of the streets setting up new blockades."
Nodding, "Check for remaining civilians and pull them away from the fight."
Nodding, she left. Staring at the law enforcement and military personnel that she managed to knock out, he walked over to a national guardsman. Next to him was an M16 and berretta in his holster. Picking up the M16, he replaced the empty magazine with full magazine. Leaving the berretta, however something useful did catch his attention. A fragmentation grenade.
Grinning, "Thanks," grabbing it.
A couple of burns and blood seeping from her bridle, Hazara was getting the worse of the fight while the demon was enjoying her ordeal.
"Hey, scar face," brought the demon's attention on Jake, "You might be thick skinned against slow moving pistol ammunition," pressing the rifle butt against his right shoulder, "so lets try rifle rounds," pulling the trigger sending a single round into the demon's armor.
A spark appeared, it didn't pierce through. Continuous fire, switching over to three round bursts, till an empty magazine. Jake dropped the useless weapon.
Managing to piss the damn thing off, it rushed towards Jake forgetting Hazara and the rest of the world around it. Lunging a claw at Jake who stood his ground, it rip through the flesh of Jake's stomach.
Ignoring the demon, Jake focused his eyes on Hazara, or more to the point staring at one of her daggers. Looking at it, then Jake with curiosity, she seemed to get the idea he had an plan. His wink sealed the deal.
Throwing the dagger towards Jake who felt his stomach heating up. He caught it in midair. Spinning it around to grip the hilt, he plunged the blade into the demon's throat. Shrieking in surprise, the demon tried pulling away from Jake. Grabbing its hand, Jake pulled it back into the bloody hole it made.
Using his hand, Jake pulled out the grenade with his teeth pulled out the pin. Since the mask ended at its upper lip, its screams of bloody murder which exposed its mouth.
Shoving the grenade in its mouth. "Lets see you survive this," forcing it far into the demon's mouth preventing it from pulling the grenade.
Bringing both hand up, Jake pushed the demon away while retrieving Hazara's dagger. The grenade went off blowing the head of the demon in every direction then the rest of the body fell.
With the fight over, Jake saw at the far end of the road the Special Forces making their way towards them.
"Now what?" asked Altair.
"Take Hazara, and get under ground, I'll meet up with you guys, get as far as you can and heal her up, she beaten pretty bad," I stated.
Slowly his wounds were mending still he was going to be slow for awhile. Blood rage was evident in Hazara's eyes.
"Hazara," bringing her attention onto Jake, "go with Altair and get out of here."
Evident in her body and eye movements, she wanted to fight. Altair moved to help her only for Hazara to pull away.
"Don't fight, just go," looking directly at Hazara, "and let her help you and heal you."
They headed towards a manhole cover while Jake run towards the second building to retrieve his fallen pistols. The Special Forces opened fire on him unable to hit their intended targets. Jumping through the demon created opening, he rolled back onto his feet. After a quick glance he found his guns he got knocked out of the building. Picking them up, he holstered them.
Exiting, now Jake was looking for a window into the apartment above the bar to retrieve his bag, but there wasn't a single window here.
"JAKE!" caused Jake's head to look up.
It was Emily, the barkeep's daughter, hanging out the window with my bag in her hands, "COMING DOWN!" dropping the bag and something else.
Catching the bag along with the other item, it was a fresh black tee shirt. Seeing her smiling face, he watched her ducked back inside.
"THERE HE IS," brought his attention onto the Special Forces coming down the alley with weapons ready.
Entering the first building as they opened fire, he exited through the back door. He took off running. Running down three blocks, he turned into another alley. Finding a manhole cover, he slid it open. Dropping his gear into the sewer, he followed sliding the manhole cover back in place hoping that Altair and Hazara managed to get away, and that the others were okay.
