Faerunners

Demon Hunters

Callan and Tallis soared over the city, keen eyes searching for Pinewatchers stalking amidst the chaos.

Callan tilted his head towards a group of armed Faerunners and dove. Tallis folded his wings tight against himself and followed, hurtling towards the ground. Seconds before slamming into the earth he flared his wings and skimmed along the dusty street.

He let the spell drop and came up running. Callan shouted something to the runners and they dove for cover. The Devil came down after them.

The beast hit the earth like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust and grit. Claws flashed out of the smokescreen. Callan grinned and caught the blow on the haft of his axe. “This will be a good fight.”

Tallis freed his gun from it’s holster and sent four bullets snapping into the beast as the dust settled. “Let’s hope it’s a short fight.”

The devil snarled and sent a jagged claw whistling towards him. He ducked and rolled away from the beast. Callan charged in and buried his axe into the beast’s ribs. The devil and the Justicar fell in a tangle of limbs.

Talis looked to the group of Faerunners. “Follow us!” he shouted.

Callan came up on top and drove his axe into the Pinewatcher’s chest. He left the weapon buried and rolled off the monster. He drew his shotgun and emptied both barrels into the monster. The runners followed his lead and laid into the beast with everything they had. Fist sized chunks of gore were blasted from the monster's hide. When their guns clicked empty, Callan led the crew of Faerunner down the street, heading back towards the Cold Iron office.

The devil cried out, and Tallis unslung the crossbow and loaded a bolt. “Hard luck, buddy. Looks like you got dealt a bad hand.” He pulled the trigger and the string twanged. At this range even he couldn’t miss. The bolt buried itself to the fletching in the creature's hide and started to smolder. The beast thrashed and tore at it’s side, desperately trying to dig the bolt out of itself.

It nearly gutted itself in the process, and failed to dig the arrow free. It died baring its teeth at Tallis. He shuddered. The hate and anger rolled off the dead creature like an icy breeze. He’d never felt anything despise him like that before.

Not even Allistair hated him that much.

He left the corpse behind and jogged after the Faerunners. A shadow passed over them and a scream pierced the air. “Another demon!” he shouted.

“Good,” said Callan with a dark laugh. “Keep running, and we’ll pull it into a trap.”

They pounded down the street and the demon soared after them, swooping low and cutting them off. Callan fed it a face full of buckshot and the demon staggered backwards screaming and clutching at its eyes. The group didn’t slow down. Running past the wounded demon they wound through the city streets, pulling closer to the Cold Iron building.

Tallis paused for just a moment, and pulled the last redstone from his vest pocket. He poured as much power as he could into the gem and crushed it, throwing up a wall of flames behind them. The demon leapt through the flames, screaming.

He raised a hand to shield his face and claws met spells with a crackle of blinding energy. He shoved the monster back and fired the crossbow one handed. The bolt zipped harmlessly down the street and disappeared into the sheet of fire.

The Pinewatcher backhanded the weapon away and snapped at him. Tallis brought his left arm up and jammed his bracer between the thing’s jaws. Yellowed teeth met glittering Faemetal in a flash of sparks. He drew his pistol and fired a handful of rounds through the thing’s stomach. It backed off and tilted its head at something Tallis couldn’t see. One of its ears twitched and it took off into the air.