Alexander and Acentia rushed through the forest, Acentia being guided by her senses, was gracefully dodging trees in smooth motions, never faltering from her break neck pace. Alex on the other hand was relying on Kas's guidance and every so often would have to scramble, jumping to the side to narrowly avoid colliding with a tree, and it was this that led to Acentia arriving in the clearing moments before Alex, right as a hunter, the competitive one with the Scholars, leaping onto the back of an enormous hell hound. She had never particularly liked Scholars, in her opinion they were a bit creepy, even for daemons, and when the smaller one started shrieking she suddenly remembered why exactly she didn't like them. At least they were on the same side for now.

Alex entered the clearing just in time to see as an arrow went flying. He called out the Acentia, "Take the hound's left side, Kas and I will take the right. When you're ready Kas light me up." As he spoke he drew the katana and wakazashi, getting into a ready stance as Kas blew small globes of flame onto each of them, causing them to erupt with ethereal holy fire. To a human the flames seemed warm and inviting, but Alex knew from experience a daemon burnt with it took days to recover.

Once his blades were lit Alex took another moment to survey the situation, archer in the trees, check. First year with a bucket(why on earth a bucket of all things?), check. Set standing beside the first year, check. Cyril clinging to the daemons back, check. "Hey Cyril," Alex called out, "Looks like we made it just in time to join the part!" Truth be told it looked liked this chunk of the hunt was pretty much a wrap, the beast was drenched in water, and Cyril was a darn good hunter, and that much water, once it was turned into holy water, was sure to send the beast straight back to Hell. That is to say, unless it was much stronger than anticipated.