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Before either of them could say or do anything else, a growl was heard from the shadows. Soon enough another horde of demons came sulking up from the darkness bearing demonic looking knives and axes. The horde slowly made their way towards the two arguing and yelling at each other. From the looks of it there were at least 15 demons armed to the teeth and 5 hounds in front. One of the demons whom had more armor and weapons Han the rest raised one of its 8 grotesque arms in the air and roared an ear damaging roar.

The demon then swung his blade down and all the demons began to run on all fours. The hounds charged up the walls to catch the woman while the other demons charged at the man. In other words, any normal human would be screwed.

Logan ripped his arm out of the corsetted woman's grasp, shoving his hand into his jacket and grabbing a large hunting knife so that he could deal with the creatures in front of him.

He didn't bother with fancy moves or overkill; when a demon lunged at him, he sidestepped, grabbed it by whatever was closest, and stabbed it in the head. If a demon tried to come from behind him, he ducked, grabbing whatever it used to jump off of the earth to slam it to the ground again and stabbing it. It was efficient, not tiring and quick, and that was all that he cared about--not flashy moves or techniques.

The woman's gaze hardened as the demon darted for her. Grabbing it's neck with her claws, she threw it to the ground, crushing it's head with her heal.

"It shall be done."

Her eyes softened, as death to any demon that approached her, she slaughtered mercilessly.

One by one the demons fell down dead or bleeding. The ones that bled simply went for a final lunge before receiving the end of a blade or claw from the opponents. The captain of the squad howled and pulled out what appeared to be a giant chain. He swung it around a few times before slashing a nearby building causing it to collapse. It didn't care what would happen, it just wanted it's prey.

"YoU two are NOT lIkE ThE oThEr HuMaNs! My mISTREss wiLL ReWARD Me FoR thIs!"

With another howl he threw the chain with a flammable blast at the two. This was indeed its killing move towards others.

"For... crying out loud..." Logan said, simply backing up out of the way of the chain. Demons were so cocky and sure that their strength would win them all their fights that they didn't bother with secrecy on their next move, so they were stupidly easy opponents to the assassin, who had both strength and agility.

If he was a hunter, there would no doubt be cocky phrases flying out of his mouth left and right, but he was a silent attacker, silent as he progressed to the demon, silent as he ducked and sidestepped and dodged pieces of buildings and attempted chain blows and punches. He eventually got close enough to where he could switch out his knife for a machete that was strapped against the Inside of his leg, sweeping it out in a single fluid motion and cutting the inside of it's leg, where, if it had veins, it would eventually bleed out, especially with all of the mindless and energy wasting moving about it was doing.

The pain steered through the leg of this monster as his leg was cut off. Unfortunately the demon's peculiar healing rate caused it to grow back just enough muscle tissue to stand and perform a powerful kick at his attacker. But due to its slowness it barely missed his foe and fell down again.

"Aim for the eyes!"

Just above the scene was Dante sitting on a billboard swaying his leg around as if enjoying the night. He truly was weird in most cases.

"How can anyone fight without their eyes?"

"Smell and sense," Logan replied smoothly, seemingly not out of breath as he leapt to the stomach and sliced it open, then leaping to the neck and doing the same. He was planning and wearing out the healing factor on the thing, making it so that it would be helpless against his tactics. He walked, blade still buried in the creature's neck, releasing a terrible, sickly sweet and almost rotting stench, leading the cut from across its neck up across it's chin, through its lips, over its nose, dragging over the left eyebrow. The demon howled with pain and rage, and Logan could see already that the cut was bleeding before it was healing. Good, that was good.

He pulled the blade out with a wet, sucking sound, beginning to further mutilate the thing's body, cutting arms and fingers and toes and feet and legs and really anything he could find, dodging attempted grabs and stabbing into wherever he was at when it tried to buck him off.

It had no chance at moving with where Logan was cutting, at places where he knew would make it bleed the most. By the time it had stopped struggling, it was almost half dead from just mental exhaustion. Celestial being, immortal, human or even demon, a mind could only take so much pain, and Logan knew the best spots on the poorly chosen form of the human body for the demon.

When he saw that his cuts weren't healing, he went up to the thing's head and stabbed it in the temple, digging around a bit so that he wouldn't have to waste time with it getting back up.

It was rather easy to step out of the way of the on going attack. Anya only stepped a few yards away before watching from the distance. Her gaze was not threatening or evil in any way. She watched, because it was not her fight, and the demons were not too different from herself.

"I'm done.."

Anya's look was sincere and true. The situation may not have been serious, but it gave a sort of interesting thought and meaning that got her attention. The hues of her eyes, began to turn a deep silver, while her top canines continued to elongate.

The demon hunter clapped his hands rhetorically and then turned his head to look down at the man. His cocky attitude was taking the better of him as he quickly leaned up and gave a thumbs up

"Nice work you two. But I doubt you've faced a sludge demon before have you?"

Suddenly the body began to dissolve into sludge. The smell was putrid even for Dante. But if you've been hunting as long as he has you get used to such smells. The demon's body dissolved into a sludge like monster towering higher than ever before. The organs showed as if dissolved. The only parts still functioning were the round eyes of the monster. With a growl it fired shots of the acidic sludge at it's foes destroying everything it hits

"Like I said! The eyes!"

Dante leaned forward to see how this assassin would perform under the circumstances.

Gently, she jumped over demon and demon, while she landed on top of a stone building, watching the event from a far.

No words escaped her mouth, while her silver eyes starred at the scene before her. Unmoving, and unmoved by the commotion below her.

The Upir that existed before her, was a upir she killed herself. Her kind was unique, yet had similar qualities with other races. Ancient folklore talked of unknown syke of moments that turned a fierce, cocky creature, into a silent prouncing lion.

Still watching, her eyes were the only sight that were visible through the dark shadows of the roof building.

"It would've been helpful to not have witheld that information, dipshît!" Logan shouted, dodging attempted shots of black goo.

He.didnt really have any weapons that would reach that high. He didn't exactly want to use his unbreakable skin, either, because no matter how handy it was in keeping him intact, he still had nerve endings and judging on how the sludge was eating through steel it wouldn't feel too good while he was climbing up it. His face contorted, a bit of a complaining look covering his features, and he pulled out two knives, scaling up a few walls that were left, trying to get to the height of the demon's eyes.

Once he reached it, he sent himself catapulting off of the side of the building, back to the ground, flipping himself over and positioning himself so that he could reach both of the eyes in one attempt. Multiple calculations were ringing in his mind, his feet twitching a bit to account for his faulty launch and the wind pressing him west, his hands gripping a bit less so that he wouldn't be stuck to the knives and could drop down like he planned to. He landed on the two eyes, perfectly, even dragging the knives down a bit before he let go, angling himself so that he'd drift out from the thick black acidic tower before him.

Green eyes watched as black ooze turned into fine powder, starting from the head and going down to the feet, massing into a huge pile of crap.

Dante smiled and then jumped back down onto a box and then flipped over to land on the ground next to the goop which was now fading away. The demon hunter brushed off his coat and flipped his hair as he revealed his cocky smirk.

"That there was the Demon Captain Grundle. Well, his real name is Devastator due to the acid and chain of his. Now I guess he should be called shit man."

Dante smirked as he finally approached the assassin and eyed the lady. With a swish of his hand he pointed to the both of them

"You two just love to get yourself into trouble huh? You may not realize it but now you've become Mistress Lilith's number one terrorists in Limbo."

Dante reached down and picked up what appeared to be a demonic blade. He then swung it around and tossed it to Logan whom seemed annoyed.

"Thanks to you every demon will come after you two every second of every day."

The woman's voice was deep and calm. "I don't take speaches seriously from cocky men."

"Well this time you need to make an exception..."

Dante's carefree expression immediately turned serious and concerned.

"Sure you guys can fight and jump...but do you know what it's like to be hunted by Hell's most powerful seductress?"

Logan, seemingly smooth and laid back before, immediately stiffened at the mention of Lillith. "Lillith." He mumbled, his expression hardening. "How the hêll did she come back?" He asked, wiping his bloodied blade against his pant leg and then putting it back where he got it. He was tempted to throw the hunter in against the crumbling remains of a building to get the information by force, but he seemed to be the type that only cooperated when he had a crowd to irritate, much like the werewolf that resided within him.

Werewolf? No.. They no longer existed..

The woman still only just watched while thinking of her history past run ins with 'the last werewolf'.

"That's the same thing I'm asking myself right now. But the way these attacks are all coordinated,
The abduction of males and females alike, it all points to one demon. Lilith. And she's here , somewhere in this city."

Dante pointed to the sky showing how there were fragments of demented force flying around.

"If you're seeing the same thing I'm seeing, then you know that the demons are already prepared for the final attack."

"I'm not asking the same way you are," he mumbled, quietly, not exactly wanting to explain what he meant.

"You've only been on the job for two days, at most. How the hêll do you know all this?" Logan challenged, straightening, widening his stance and folding his arms in a subconscious attempt to become more threatening.

Quoting Wolverine from his comic books, Dante smirked and then looked serious

"Because I'm the best there is at what I do."

Then dante smiled and shrugged "Also, the demon I slayed screamed out Lilith protect me!"

Trying her best not to smirk, she rests her hand against her cheek in boredom.

"Are you two done, your both pretty."

Anya smirks playfully, not taking the demon attacks seriously at all.

"Come on guys, can't we all be friends?" She tried her best to smile, but ended up laughing at herself. Playfully, she tapped their shoulder.

"If you want to chase demons, who am I to stop you. But, if you would rather get a drink at the bar and feast to your heart's content, then you can come with me."