[Pardon the 'demon control' going on =3 I had some ideas for his 'encounter' stage, and I figured I'd roll with it and just change it if any objections come up.]

Kenneth's Recent courses of action could be summed up as keeping low, crouch sprinting from one form of cover to the next, browsing the immediate area, then repeating... It was a decidedly boring morning so far, not that anyone with a brain would complain about that, and a moment later he mumbled out a thought aloud "Afterall, the stench is a lot more complaint worthy than being bored and alive... Seriously, do they have to 'stink' so bad?" He realized the hint he'd just told himself a moment later and shut up to pay sharper attention, ducking tighter into the shadow of the Van by which he was hidden, 'thinking' to himself this time [I]'god DAMNIT!, Every single time I stop paying attention! EVERYTIME!'[/I] He quietly slung the Barret over his back, Readying the Anaconda instead... A high powered pistol would be much more preferable if one of the beasties jumped out closer by.

Sure enough a moment later he heard the sound of something scuffing across cement... somewhere, it wasn't especially close by, else it would certainly have heard his mumbling already... another sound, and a couple more from somewhere else, but still nothing visible, he began to tighten up and steel himself for some shooting incase something was trying to sneak up... CLANK!

All at once the Van against his back shook violently for just an instant as something landed ontop of it, prompting him to quickly twist a bit and hold the Revolver along side his chest, aiming up, in preparation... a few seconds later it peeked over the edge, causing him to tense up even hard and finger the trigger, sniffing and snarling, expectably twisted visage ready to rip something to shreds but... It behaved confused instead of hostile [I]'Okay, that hasn't happened before... how can't it see me? why can't it 'smell' me? It's 'never' that easy to avoid them, Seriously, I have to sleep on a roof to avoid being snuck up on... you're kidding?'[/I]

Kenneth stared dumb-founded as the demon just pulled back and the Van jostled again from it leaping off onto the road to continue scuffling about and searching for prey... Several more seemingly joining it and scanning the area... Then he noticed something odd, it kindof resembled a gooey black tendril out of the corner of his vision, quickly dismissed as stress messing with his vision, then it was spotted again, then several more, then something a lot more 'noticeable' than that as similar tendril-esque effects could be seen around the edges of the Van's shadow that he was hidden in, and a look down revealed that something similar seemed to be allover his body, and quite expectably he began to teeter on the edge of freaking the hell out!

Only for something to both save and horrify him at the same time... Somehow the demon's, late though it was, got ahold of his scent and began to turn, still seemingly confused, until they saw what appeared to be a human wrapped in gooey black stuff... Instantly a furious screech rang out and he reacted as any rational human being should.

Kenneth screamed "FUCK ME RUNNING!" and leapt from his shady cover, interestingly enough noticing that the creepy effect on his body seemed to melt off in the sun-light as soon as it hit him, and Let loose a Trio of shots at the demons while simultaneously whirling around to sprint past the van and straight to the nearest alley-way. He actually worked on demonstrating good mufti-tasking ability by using the very short moment of safety to fish out the 3 spent shells from his Revolver and try to replace them while Running full-tilt into the Dark alley, noting similarly that once out of the sun the creepy tendrily stuff reappeared, now paired with a weird tingling feel allover his skin.