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"Well then that's going to be a problem..." Archer said, thinking. "We could do as I did in that last fight. Have the Shadows cloak us from the demons. I was killing demons left and right, in front of other demons may I add, and none of them even knew I was there." He then looked at Ryder. "I have some Shadow general friends that could lend us some Shadow power. And then some other Shadow friends that can cloak us. Want to help me round them up?"

"I was wrong they just showed up no time here ill cloak us all as one of there high lords" Zarock said then starting speaking ing latin "Hide these men with the shadows of the killers." He said in latin.

"you're all bloody mad." Siena's voice crumbled as she entered. She was a bit irritated. "now, ladies are you all going to continue swapping recipes or are you helping repair? I need a head count." she said wiping her for head with the back of her hand.

"Don't worry Zarock, this will only take a few minutes." Archer said, standing up. "Besides, an extra cloak would only help." He turned to Siena. "Ma'am, I was just suggesting strategies to taking on the two thousand more demons on their way before going and getting reinforcements. So I'll be off now." He gave a slight, polite bow before walking to a dark corner of the room and melting into the shadows.

"Um its 2 million and the cloak is already on lets go kill them sones of b*****" Zarock said stepping outside and going toward where the demons were summoned at.

Archer stuck his head back out from the shadows. "Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that two thousand would be the number of demons each of us would kill." he said. "You see, my general friends have a ton of Shadow power." He then melted away again to round up help.

John was listening attentively and was taking note of what they were saying. "May I suggest we hire some mercenaries? Preferably Swiss or Flemish seeing as they are the best ones." John having been chilled to the bone about another demonic onslaught he feels as though he should suggest more precise measures.

"There here now we have no time to prepare they are on there way to us now they are trying to kill me" He said standing up and walking towards the door. He then turns around facing the group. "Heres my plan i will show myself to them then run into a cornered allyway when i reach the end of the alley you guys flank'em and take out the ones in the back"

"Actually I was thinking of riding off to hire some of them whilst you and the rest keep them busy. I assure you, the mercenaries will make quick work of them." Although John wants to do what's best for them he feels as though that this would be necessary in this situation. He's hired mercenaries before and knows fully well the extent of their skill and power, otherwise he wouldn't have suggested them.

"They can join in the flank to once they get here till then lets get to work." He said stepping outside and sprinting seeing two million deons chase him was a sight to see.

John lets out a high-pitched whistle. A brown and muscular horse appears galloping towards John's direction. As soon as the horse reached its destination John quickly jumps up on its saddle. "I'll be back!" with a swift "Hiyah!" the horse gallops off leaving a trail of dust.

Siena looked to zarock. "I guess we are listening to you then." she said looking at him. "what's my part in this? How can I help?"

Zarock turned to the girl "You will be part of the team flanking it you will come up from behind while im ttrapped between then and a wall."

"Understood." She said sliding the knife she had into her belt and turning on her heel. "Don't get roughed up too bad." She called over her shoulder casually walking to the fight. She wasn't 100% yet, and didn't want to waist her energy hurrying to fight.

He opened the door and started running as fast as he could to the right he felt a small drop of cold sweat goo down his left cheek he ran into an ally and screamed "NOW" He then started taking out the demons that were chasing right behind him.