TheSoviet

The Hitman shook his head slowly.

"Sunnuva..." He murmured before drawing the sniper rifle and aiming for Coldfire's face. He'd loaded depleted uranium bullets - This guy'd be feelin' it.

"So long, freak." He muttered as the arena crack!-ed with the firing of his sniper.

"Nuh uh!" The Hitman snarled, raising the sniper-rifle and firing at point blank.

((I just realized Chertak's fighting my Family...))

((Again...))

The Hitman carefully lined up the shot on the Warmaster's gun hand. He wasn't out to kill -- He was out for accuracy bonus points.

"Da [censored]? I can't line up a shot in dis empty spot!"

The Hitman grumbled and rumbled and proceeded to scale the coliseum wall, hiding in the rafters.

The Hitman chuckled and loaded some Depleted Uranium bullets.

"Yeh." He grunted. "Sum Longbow sucka who though' he cud cross da don. Whaddabout you?"

A single Marcone Hitman walks slowly to the starting area, sniper rifle over his shoulder. A large pistol sits loosely in his pocket.

He says nothing.

Marcus snarled. "No time! RIP 'EM UP!"

The Malta ducked for cover once more, letting go on full auto.

And with a thump and a thud, the final wailers had bullets in their heads.

One was heard faintly singing: "And every...body's happ...y...now...the bad thing's...gone...away..." Before Marcus stepped on its face.

"Let's go." He muttered, clutching the massive stab wounds in his arms gingerly.

They left the tent to find the mage floating in the air, flanked by two Spectral Daemons.

"Thissss isss greatessst potion ever, massssster..." One hissed slowly, the other remaining silent and watching what was going on.

The magus was painstakingly carefully telekinetically letting the holy water flow, in exact amounts, into a vial, which the daemon was mixing with clovers, bones, and some sort of power. The other daemon had several bottles of the mixture floating around it.

The mage smiled, but none could see it.

"Helter, Skelter, you are dismissed." He snarled, taking the potions and stuffing them into his robes. He approached Allen, and gave him a bottle.

"Last resort only." Was all he said before leaving to prepare more concoctions...

Marcus lined up for the snipe...

The mage approached them, a trail of holy water orbiting around him and a large bag of something in his robe pocket.

"Let us advance."

The shadow of the mage's face emitted clouds of mist from where his nostrils would be, and he made his way to a temple, chanting magic protections onto himself.

To a passing crew of priestesses, the Magus snarled:

"YOU! Get me a vial of holy water. You get me the bones of a tiger! You get me three lily petals! AND YOU GET ME SOME WINE!"

((Doesn't Shinjuku have wards?))

The Clay golem snarled, and as one of the Oni broke out a section of the wall it was met with a rock-hard haymaker to the face...

The Magus held his arm extended.

"Three Oni approach." He muttered, taking a few steps ahead of the group.

"Dalnosh arrakon majorok..." He barely breathed before a giant Clay Golem rose from the cracks in the street.

Pointing to the approaching demons, it rumbles forward and he turns back to the group.

((Yeah, he's pretty much got all the powers of a D2 Necromancer.))

Suddenly, OpOfficer Williams was rolling out of cover, the gun roaring out its entire clip on full-auto.

The Malta did as told, diving for cover.

"Risin' up to the challenge of our rival..." Marcus sneered, ducking the swing and springing up to headbutt the Wailer's chin.

The mage remained silent.

"[censored], we can't keep this up!" Williams yelled as he finished emptying another clip.

"I know! I know!" Marcus roared, letting a left-hook fly at the wailer.

"These are not the demons we fight." The mage uttered, the first thing he said since meeting the tank crew. "I sense them as another force entirely."

The mage turned to face the group, but did nothing more.

((Cold - Temporary difficulty spike for the gang members being too weak. 'sides, there are Circle in Perez some places.))