@enypneon replied to the starter call with 🏙️
Getting ambushed by a swarm of minion Demons never gets any less annoying. With every ear-piercing screech to rally their kin, every splash of blood or slash of claws to stain and tear her clothes, Ebony loses a considerable amount of patience. She never had much of that to begin with.
Somewhere along the way the symphony of layered groans and growls is joined by the deeper, less warped tones of something more humanoid. Ebony makes a short-lived effort to find the source of the voice, which sounds almost as annoyed as she feels, but can't take her eyes off her adversaries for long enough. Her ears barely pick up the sound of gunshots that aren't hers before she's again subjected to a demonic scream.
She's too caught up in the flow of battle to notice two separate groups mingling, numbers growing before they quickly decline again. Another handful of Demons fall and Ebony whips around to face the presence she feels at her back. The barrel of her gun finds skin, distinctly lacking in scales and boils, in the same moment that a large blade pushes against her neck. The light sting of it takes her out of her own frustrated thoughts to note that who she's facing could accurately be described as a person, not one of Moros' spawn, though not lacking in demonic energy of their own.
As if she wasn't already sweaty enough, the presence of the blade makes her go rigid. At least they seem to be alone, excluding—of course—the piles of bodies that surround them.
Ebony meets their steely blue eyes and tries to smile. "Please get your sword off my neck."