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(Think they should arrive at L.A by this point?) Then there was just him and Frost,he looked out a window from where he stood seeing as though now there wasent much else to do.Everything ,even this far away from the first station,looked so dead..so dull.

((Hell yeah!))Jacob knew that they were in LA already, but he didn't care. He wanted to sleep. Those demons could wait till morning, for all he cared. He would just kick their asses again, and again, and again. But right now, he really wanted to sleep. So he turned on Wish You Were Here, and listened to the album, finally falling asleep. Soon it would be morning, and he would kick demon ass.

(finally!)
He continued to look out the window,demons could come at any time,for all they knew demons be lurking nearby without a hint that they were there.The moon shined in the sky,soon it would be morning.He took out his sword and looked down at the blade,he knew this was going to be a long day,a day where anyone on this train could loose their life.Welcome to hell on earth,please fasten your seatbelts for the moment of your life he thought.

Jacob could sense them everywhere, hiding, lurking, waiting, hoping. It was just like them. It made him disgusted, but he didn't care. He really wanted to sleep. If one of them attacked, he would NOT be happy. Hell, he'd jump out there beating the crap outta everything he saw. He had put on his jacket and shirt, and had his aviators with him. Right now, he was trying to sleep.

(a demon waking him up would be kinda a good thing,chase after it with a sword yelling this is what you get for waking me up)Neararo could feel the presence of them,not that they revealed themselves,it was just a feeling,a paranormal feeling.His grip tightened around the handle of his sword.He was eager slightly to kick some of their asses,rid some of them from this world and put them back in Hell.But it could wait atleast until dawn. He returned his sword to its rightful place,and sat on the floor with his back against the wall.

He did wake up, though, to a sound. It was the hissing of a creature that hated his guts. He looked over, and saw a demon standing over him, about to strike. He shouted loudly, and kicked it with both feet. It flew through the air, breaking through the door, and landing in the hall. Jacob got his aviators on, jumped up, and ran after it with his bare fists.

He punched it in the face repeatedly, striking it again and again. He kicked it in the air, and punched it in the chest, then jumped up, grabbed it, and slammed it through the bottom of the train, killing it on impact with the ground.

"STOP THE TRAIN!" Jacob shouted, and pulled the emergency stop. He grabbed Gods Warrior, and his sword, and jumped out the door, angry. He saw the nearest Demon, and let loose a few rounds, ripping it to shreds. He shouted, training his gun on the next target when it died, over and over again. He occasionally slammed a bayonet into the neck of one, but he barely got into close quarters combat. "COME AT ME! YEAH! YA WANT SOME OF THIS?"

Neararo had heard the door break,then the floor,he immediately got up a hand on the hilt of his sword,ready to pull it out of its case at any given second.Some demons revealed themselves ,they appeared every which way,if it wasent behind it was infront if it wasent to the left it was to the right.Finally,some action...There wasent a whole army of them,for now atleast,but it was something.

Frost burst from his car on a trail of ice. Taking a solo path through the small group. He slid into a center of a few and closed his eyes. His body pushed out a small wave turning a large area around him into frozen waste. He dashed to the left and right with his trusted sword, making quick seamless strikes. His body seeming to only flicker from his true speed.

Neararo had watched Frost leave the cart,he had wondered slightly what he had planned to do,he didnt follow to see.A demon revealed its self less then 4 feet infront of Neararo,He pulled his sword from its sheath and gripped it tightly.The demon spotted the sword and marked him as a threat,it made its move,a punch to the face,Neararo ducked and attacked with his sword,the demon dodged his attack,it had jumped to the other side of the cart. Neararo smirked Back to Hell with youhe then ran towards it slashing the demon a few times then finishing it off with a sword to the head.He walked away from the disappearing demon,his sword at hand,and out of the cart like this was an everyday thing.

He slid across the ground slicing at the demons with deep hatred. His eyes seemed to hold pure hatred to the creatures as he moved himself back to the train and pulled his hands together, slowly the water vapors formed into a sphere and began to solidify stopping at state between liquid and solid.

He thrusted out his arms with a powerful force launching the orb. It would freeze one of the demons in place. He flipped over and grabbed another by the face. He twirled his body slamming this one through the frozen one and then impacting its head into the ground. He emitted his power as he rose up, drilling a spike through its skull. He turned to the rest and began making an odd hand sign. His power starting to radiate. He was going into a blood frenzy...

He walks down the hall quiet as he could as if it would keep demons away,but it seemed with each step he took it would echo,like he was walking through a long tunnel,an empty endless tunnel.He walked the direction Frost had went earlier,he heard something behind him,but before he could even halfway turn to see a demon had grabbed him,it took his sword and tossed it,sending it into the wall of this car,not so far in the wall though.Neararo kicked at the demon,why had he left his gun in a different cart,of all times when he could've used it.He saw a possible weak spot,a light purple glow on the demon,he kicked it,causing the demon to release him,and he went straight for his sword.

Jacob had planned for him to wake up soon, and as he had programmed, his speakers began playing Hells Bells very loudly, overwhelming the PA system, and blaring the music over the battlefield. The bells began striking, and Jacob smiled. The guitar riffs started, and he killed. Then the lyrics hit, and he sang along, one hand on his gun, the other on his sword.

Jacob swung with one powerful stroke, swinging his hand and a half sword across the air, slicing a demon in two, and then turning around to complete the turn, and firing a bullet into the head of another. In that cloud of dust, he shed his human form, and took on the Space Marine build that he was, his armor shining brightly in the sun, and his gun growing to full size, still large. His sword, a massive thing named Death's Nemesis, grew to its full size.

He ran to his sword and grabbed the hilt ,yanking the sword out of the wall,then facing back to his demon.Where he had kicked its weak point,it was ticked to no limit.He held the hilt with both hands then went running full speed towards his opponent,the demon grabbed the blade of Neararos sword lifting him off the floor and flung him and his sword to the wall of the car.He smiled slightly Its more fun this way,.He shook his head to get rid of the stars and got back on his feet fast,he still held his sword ,he ran a 180° circle around the demon and attacked from the back before it had a chance to make a move.With a deep sigh he thought Two down.. brushing his white bangs out of his eyes.

Had wondered off from the others into a thick horde of the beast. He fierce roar filled the air as from the distant fight ice statues of demons were flung high into the air...

He looked down his blade,so much demon blood was on it,but he had only killed two demons.He began to wonder how thick demon blood was,and how much their bodies contained.He shook the blood off the blade,and looked around,as if expecting a demon to pop out of nowhere,sadly,but gladly,one didn't.He heard the fierce roar suddenly reach its way to the cart he was in,he began to walk forward,in the direction he had the roar come from.

Jacob turned around, slicing a single demon in half with his blade, when he heard the roar. He didn't know what it was, but it sounded bad. Real bad. He crouched down on one knee, letting the demons pile on top of him. Then, he jumped up into the air, twisting, and sending the creatures flying into the air. He activated the jet pack, and shot off into the air. But he left a lovely surprise. A massive Melta Bomb was left behind, and it exploded, sending shrapnel into the creatures. He shot off looking for that roar.

He walked throughout the cart,making his way to the other side of it.He looked down at the blade of his sword,it still had a bit of demon blood on it here and there,shaking it off hadent got all the blood off it,but he supposed it didnt matter,since there was a 9/10 chance he'd kill another demon soon,and its blood would decorate the blade along with the rest.He opened the door to the next cart,he didnt seen anything, Maybe the cart before this one he thought closing the cart door behind him.He began to wonder,with all the demons they've killed,had they even made a dent in them?, Or was there plenty to go?.Soon he found where the roar came from.

Frost stood surrounded, he was in his full form. Massive chunks of ice clung to ground and debris in a massive area. His body was like pure blocks of greenish blue ice. His eyes glaring around at the demons, red dripped from the massive claws that looked like stalactites from frozen caverns.

He let out another roar as the demons charged in and swung his claws again. His motions were rapid and blurred. A sudden trail of ice appeared as he vanished. The line zig zagged through the horde as he suddenly reappeared at a new location. Bodies fell to pieces around him.

He lifted his leg and slammed it down hard. A burst of cold pushed off his body as a after shock pulsed out, the immediate 20 feet around him froze solid as now more pillars of ice shot from the ground ten feet from the frozen cell.

He Let out another roar swinging his arms and shattering the frozen bodies around him. Several of the demons began back off. Frost stood there and just glared them down, his form and size showed he was not only a pure demon, but he was not from the lower ranks at all. He took deep breaths as cold flowed from his mouth. Waiting to be struck at once again.