Lance wasn’t exactly the type of guy people called when a demon was around - with only one of those beasts in the everlasting list of stuff he killed, the Order still had problems with choosing him for those kind of missions, saying he wasn’t exprienced enough.
To which, of course, he replied with a simple “And how should I get experience, if I don’t get to fight those guys?”
Discussing about it wasn’t worth it. People were in dangers, and the Order knew well they couldn’t really have a debate with someone like him.
And luckily, they understood it wasn’t worth having a big fight over it just in time!
Lance just arrived on the scene when the poor exorcist started pulling out the notebook, hoping that the Latin would’ve been enough to get rid of that beast.
Unfortunately for him, that demon seemed way too much into the idea of rippiong him to pieces to care for those prayers.
Lucky for him, however, the Hunter had something way stronger than that.
Befiore the demon could even stop their track and look around to meet the Hunter’s eyes, a bullet reached for their head - as precise as always, right in the middle of their forehead.
Not enough to kill ‘em - those devilish sons of bitches are though! -, but enough to make sure they would focus on the newcomer rather than the way easier prey.
That’s a good start.
Even if they were a few meters away from him, the satanic creature was starting to get too close to Malcolm's liking and it made him speak faster. He was really considering if he was going to die that day - Well, dying is a strong word for an angel; unless they know the way to kill him it he'll most likely go back to Heaven and leave his vessel on Earth.. but with the current tensions he had with God, it was quite questionnable and he feared the worst. Luckily a shout stopped the fallen angel right in the middle of his useless speech, earning a startle from him. His tired eyes searched for the owner of that voice and once they fell upon the unknown figure, his breath got caught in his throat.
“ No- you fool! What are you doing?! ” he said desperatly to the other man with worry in his voice.
But a gunshot soon followed as the being in front of him let out a surprised grunt.
Bullseye. Nevermind, maybe he knew what he was doing. Nice shot stranger.
As it has stopped the demon who had stumbled, a small but hopeful smile appeared on his face. They slowly turned to face the newcomer and a growl emited from their throat as they seemed to have found a new opponent.
Malcolm pulled out one of his holy knives from his other inner pocket, who knows if the demon would decide to change his mind at the last second. He also kept a careful eye to the armed man, just in case.
It wasn't a good day to die for him anyway.
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