((Kay I got mine, Zombeh, and Music's battle response up. Battles don't have to be walls of text, you can have small paragraphs, as this is a turn-based event.))

[b]September[/b]

I stood at the edge at the putrid stink bubble soon after eating breakfast to re-contemplate my options. [i]Sneak attack?[/i] My fingers methodically tapped each of the metal throwing needles I had strapped to my waist and both thighs. All hidden, of course, until they were needed. [i]One… Two… Three…[/i] 

I quickly shook my head to erase the numbers. When I got bored I tended to count numbers or repeat meaningless words in my head. [i]I haven’t had a good slaughter in a while,[/i] I continued to think, sliding my hands into my pockets. Exhaling a breath of air through my teeth, I tried to deter the small grin asking to form. 

[i]I could use Golden Eagle’s Spear… Or I could go ShadowSwift Weasel… Oh, the options are limitless…[/i] I leapt off the tree and onto the soft ground.

As I made my way towards the Demons, backpack hidden in a tree, hands in my pockets, I felt for the little tugging in my head. Over the days its transformed from a slight tugging to a firm pulling to nearly a dragging sensation from time to time. Sometimes, when I concentrate, it almost feels like a slight compass in my head. Sometimes I can almost… Feel where the other Hunter is moving, and the pace, and perhaps the terrain she’s currently in. This Sense is definitely powerful. 

The smell of the Demons was growing, and strings of black mist began to trail off my hair in retaliation. [i]No… Not going to go offensive. I can go ShadowSwift Weasel to throw my needles.[/i]

The Demons knew I was here now. I could just hear them making that piercing, yet somewhat quiet, screeching noise they make. I assumed it was a way for them to communicate.

The mist thickened with each step I took, and the parts that touched the sunlight proved it to actually be a deep indigo colour. Soon, I couldn’t see through the mist at all.

Now this was the strange part of my powers. I don’t feel the transformation, I can’t even see it. I just walk out of the mist and then…

I had shrunk about two inches and my hair was shorter, shaggier. It was now solid, inky black, the colour had left it, and the roots of my hair now traveled down all the way to my lower back and extended into a long, thin, semi-flat tail. This was my rudder system. 

Oh my back was four slim wings delicately arched outwards, sharpened edges, and long, thin feathers. My body was now slimmer, more streamlined, and ready to take off at a moment’s notice. In each of my hands was a dangerous black needle - and I let them both fly. 

[b]Nathan[/b]

The Demons were bounding, leaping, atop and around broken vehicles and cracked ground like demented kangaroos. They began to extend their blackened and blood-stained claws, reaching in front of them as if anticipating the feel of cutting them through human flesh. 

They steadily communicated through those rasping screeches of theirs, perhaps sharing intel such as human weak points, and which end of the shooter to avoid. This human had a small shooter, rather high danger level from afar, and a medium metal sharp, a medium-high danger from close up. 

The Demons were completely physically identical. Their bodies were bone-thin, and would be considered emaciated if they were human. Their skin, the colour of dried blood, would start off smooth as a baby’s bottom. As a Demon begins to fight and gains wounds, the wounds will heal over the next day, leaving mangled scars behind with no lasting damage. 

Their eyes are sunken holes, it’s a wonder they can see at all.

Their ears are sunken holes, it’s a wonder they can hear at all. 

They have no nose, simply two slits to smell with.

And then their mouths, crusted with dried blood, filled to the brim with shark-like teeth and long saber fangs are the focal point of the face. 

Two of the demons ran in front while two ran behind them, almost like a crude defense tactic. The two in front would be human, er, living shields, possibly sacrificing themselves for the benefit of the other two.

Finally they reached Nathan. 

[b]Della[/b]

This Demon was traveling alone, as his… “Allies” had all been killed by the moving metals, metal sharps, and some other assorted, crude human weapons. This human here was a female of its species, perhaps not too powerful. The Demon uttered a screech, a reflex upon meeting prey, and began to give chase.

This human had no weapons, and was simply running into a wide open field. How silly. There was no way to hide here.

It continued to call, almost as if hoping another of its kind would respond. Claws extended, teeth showing, it dove at the girl. She made a screeching noise of her own and ducked into the grass and it swiped as fast as it could with his claws - left, right, left, right. Bits of grass and flowers and dirt sprung up, and it made contact with human flesh only a few times. Not lethal damage, but it could almost taste the blood it spilled. 

[i]Kill[/i]