Positioned atop one of the buildings close to where his... Target had been hiding, Hound had been in observation mode. Eyes peering through the windows, catching glimpses of the weak humans that would serve as his entertainment for tonight. Ears would've perched up, had he still been dog, when their voices began uttering words of conversion. His nose could smell the filthy cologne of high-fallen men, and the faint smell of iron and saltpetre. Gunnery tools, huh?
Bah! These were the kind of mortals Hound would prefer to shred to pieces and leave little more than crushed bones and blood, pathetic, lowly humans who'd do anything to keep their ass from being set on deadly fire.
With a satisfied growl, the corner of Seth's lips perked upwards into a weak but amused smile as his legs sprung upwards, launching his body straight down onto the pavement below. Yes, there'd be little fun if this job had been easy. Xander had chosen wisely, more so for Seth when he realised that dinner was awaiting him. It had... been quite some time since his last.
“Heh. Unlucky basta-” Hounds yellow eyes instantly turned to the direction of a car sound, a limousine to be precise, entering the street and parking beside him. Fuck you, Xander! Sending in your human pawn. Daniel, as Hound remembered the human to be called, exited the vehicle and positioned right beside the hellhound, following the demon's sight. As if he was- Really, up yours.
The low growl spoke thousands of words of Seth's agitation of Daniel's arrival. “Bah! Xander thinks I need a human's help? Ugh... Damn him!”
Seth was skilled enough to take down fifteen or so humans on his own, bare-handed no less! And- What?! Alive? “Grrr... Fine! But the rest are free game, dammit.” He growled, taking a step back as he sniffed out the final two or three obstructions.
“Well-armed, well-protected. You sure you want the fucker alive? I'd rather rip 'em all apart.” Bah! They were wasting time. “No biggie, just leave his pathetic guards to me. You do whatever you want to fuckin' do.” Seth gently ran the tip of his tongue across his lips, bending his knees and pressing his hands on the concrete pavement, ready to jump in.
Bah! These were the kind of mortals Hound would prefer to shred to pieces and leave little more than crushed bones and blood, pathetic, lowly humans who'd do anything to keep their ass from being set on deadly fire.
With a satisfied growl, the corner of Seth's lips perked upwards into a weak but amused smile as his legs sprung upwards, launching his body straight down onto the pavement below. Yes, there'd be little fun if this job had been easy. Xander had chosen wisely, more so for Seth when he realised that dinner was awaiting him. It had... been quite some time since his last.
“Heh. Unlucky basta-” Hounds yellow eyes instantly turned to the direction of a car sound, a limousine to be precise, entering the street and parking beside him. Fuck you, Xander! Sending in your human pawn. Daniel, as Hound remembered the human to be called, exited the vehicle and positioned right beside the hellhound, following the demon's sight. As if he was- Really, up yours.
The low growl spoke thousands of words of Seth's agitation of Daniel's arrival. “Bah! Xander thinks I need a human's help? Ugh... Damn him!”
Seth was skilled enough to take down fifteen or so humans on his own, bare-handed no less! And- What?! Alive? “Grrr... Fine! But the rest are free game, dammit.” He growled, taking a step back as he sniffed out the final two or three obstructions.
“Well-armed, well-protected. You sure you want the fucker alive? I'd rather rip 'em all apart.” Bah! They were wasting time. “No biggie, just leave his pathetic guards to me. You do whatever you want to fuckin' do.” Seth gently ran the tip of his tongue across his lips, bending his knees and pressing his hands on the concrete pavement, ready to jump in.