The whites of the vessels’ eyes were all that could be seen of either Loa as they came to a crossroads in the moonless night. They were drunk on merriment and liquor and Hephaestus would blame that drunken state for the reason why he’d taken such a dangerous path. Immediately, he heard the hounds of hell and gripped his cane which was helping his feeble legs toward home from the gathering that had been held in the forest. “Do you hear them, brother?” was all the Loa could ask before he felt the presence on something slamming into his chest and knocking him back. Thankfully, Baptiste was there to catch the old man and as magic flew from both their presences, keeping the dogs back. Hephaestus was rather insulted actually. After all, he was a scrappy dog in his other form as well. He looked to Baptiste and there seemed to be an understanding there, they both knew they needed the crossroads entity to come forward for them to be able to pass. The Loa known as Legba, poured blood from a flask on the ground and drew his protective symbol with the tip of his cane. He then looked to the Loa known as Ghede, who was holding up a dog with his Vodou and saw that his vessel was about to be taken by another hound and Legba did not have time to shout a warning before he impaled the demon dog with his walking stick. That caused the crossroads demon to appear with a roar of rage for the fallen hell beast, but how could a demon hope to challenge two Loas? That remained to be seen.