Snippet #1672310

Netanya

The imp was mildly surprised at the woman's response. As she laid the terms of the game, the imp could not help but grin. True, the imp was not as clever as a Djinn, but his race was still considered one of the craftier demons. it would be entertaining to try his wits against the woman.

"You... are not.. Cruel. Like the other humans. I accept your challenge. I know, as do my brothers and sisters, that we are destined to die, regardless of the results of this hunt. I accept your challenge, human. As they say, ladies first. You may begin."

The imp at first struggled with English. It was a younger language, as opposed to Aramaic, Latin, or Greek. The younger languages were more challenging for the demon's to work with, but it managed well enough. The smells and sounds of the Great One were blatantly obvious now, so the imp thought it would be courteous to answer the implied question.

"What you hear is one of the Great Ones. A powerful force who has been summoned to this world. It is Ifrit, a spirit of Fire and Air. You humans stand little to no chance against such a creature. Only a team of powerful Djinn, or a more advanced Great One may destroy the corporeal shell of the Ifrit. Worry not, this One is not of the Abyss, and is preoccupied at the moment."

The imp fluttered its wings, shifting into a more comfortable position. Already its mind churned, coming up with old and obscure riddles.



Song, Bobby, Jace, and Titus

The original human was apparently not taking the first blow well at all, and before the man could get up and respond, other humans appeared. Two of them thought it wise to shoot at the Ifrit. Fools, did they not know what they were dealing with? A Masked human shot the demon five times in the head, another one with a beard shot the monster in the back. The bullets hardly penetrated the first few layers of tough flesh, and instead melted and dripped off the monster, leaving hardly any damage, comparable to a light scrape. The Ifrit turned to face the newcomers, noticing a fourth human simply watching from the distance.

The Ifrit spoke, its voice sounding like crashing rocks, its hot breath creating heat shimmers, "This was not your fight, humans. Your interruption will not be tolerated!"
In a strange language, the Ifrit spoke to the imp horde. They turned their sights on the non-aggressive human, and began flocking around her. The instructions were to drive her away from the battle. The Ifrit would deal with her later.

Turning his full attention to the two aggressors, the Ifrit raised a clawed hand, summoning a ball of white-hot fire. It tossed this at the masked human, but did not wait to see if contact was made. The monster lowered its large head and charged toward the bearded man, attempting to impale him on one of the large black horns.



Ayo

The leader was not prepared for the human being able to escape the clutches of its fellows, so the new weapon was a complete surprise. The lead imp felt the blade scramble its physical mind, but its spirit quickly retreated to the Other World. It felt the warm, soothing energies of its home, and it retreated into itself to recover.

The other imps, seeing their leader fall so suddenly, began to question the plan. When the human threw dirt at them, they quickly let go and jumped back, savagely hissing and flaring their wings. It was not worth fighting this human any longer, so they decided to join their brothers with the Great One. They would all die in this place; they all knew it and could feel the poison in their blood. Some of the imps wanted revenge, the others accepted they would die. The two that held the dark hunter wanted vengeance, but they knew their chances were better with the Great One. With a final howl, they flew off, leaving the bloody corpse of their one-time leader for the human.



Aiden and Jason

The poor imp, so young and only wanting to learn more about the strange beings that were around at the time of its birth, felt crippling agony as a loud noise cut through the forest. The imp fell from the tree, feeling another spike of intense pain as its body crashed into the hard ground. It saw one of the humans standing over it with a strange tool in its hand. Then, all was silent, and the imp felt the soothing energies of its true home. The material world was harsh and dangerous, and the strange creatures there were dangerous. If the imp ever returned to the physical plain, it would be more careful around the strange bipedal creatures.



Brennus

The newcomer was indeed an Ifrit, and Brennus watched it carefully from a safe distance. Titus and one of the new hunters attacked it, and Brennus made sure to note that the new hunter was the first to attack. Whether this was due to immense bravery or immense recklessness was yet to be determined, but Brennus could not help but feel impressed with the hunter. He made sure to note this under Estacado And then kept watching. It did not look good for the young hunter, as the Ifrit summoned a powerful fireball. Titus seemed to be in trouble as well. Those horns gave off immense heat, and the demon moved quickly, considering its size. The way Brennus figured, there were only a few possible outcomes. Either one of the new hunters had immense knowledge of summoning, and would be able to conjure up another Ifrit or even a Marid to fight against this Ifrit, or all the hunters would die. Of course, they could also kill the Ifrit, provided they discovered a way to weaken it. The monster was impervious to all but the strongest firearms.... as far as Brennus knew, nobody had brought strong enough weaponry. This would be interesting...