save him. was that the plea that the princess gave? he had heard differently but ‘leave him’ just isn’t something the great Charlie Magne would say oh no, he’d been hearing voices ---- his voice telling him to do the logical thing and apply Darwin’s law of survival of the fittest. he’d been ready to decline in fact he’d been a step away from entering his limousine until long silver locks entered his frame of vision that screamed of guns and violence. violence was a natural thing in hell and so were guns but their mention had captured his interest the most. a little target practice never hurt.
sporting all black save for his fiery red hair he perched himself on an appropriate vantage point upon approaching the shoot out. as predicted, no demon had noticed him yet and if he were in a real hurry he wouldn’t have scoped out the lucky bastards that would be going home with half of their heads today, before finally firing the first shot upon abruptly ending the little tune he’d been humming. oh the result was glorious! brain matter and blood exploding in all directions. my oh my he’s still got it! how wonderful! a quick pull of the charging handle and he pointed his rifle towards the next unlucky bloke and fired.
bam ! another headshot. click ! bam ! two more headless demons surrendering and crawling their way to safety without any sense of direction. ears perk up at a noise from his back side and Alastor blinks, lowering the rifle and glancing over his shoulder in time to dodge an on coming swipe of a hunting knife aimed for his head. polished shoes dances away from the attack, the rifle quickly finding itself slung over both shoulders Alastor back steps and side steps his attacker. his leather gloved hand strikes, catching the other demon’s wrist in his grasp. they know they have no escape as their demeanour changes upon seeing the face of the Radio Demon grinning back at them and they’re given no time to scream as their arm twists in the most horrific way and their neck snaps as Alastor takes them down in one fluid motion with both legs.
dusting himself off, he descended down the slope to join the deteriorating numbers of targets to shoot at and pulls out his pistol, getting into cover beside the spider. ❛ having a bad day, angel? ❜
