Momentarily at a loss for what to do, Zander stared at a pile of cinders. He didn't particularly feel like kicking them; after Union's brief bout of activity, it felt most natural to relax and let the equilibrium restore. While angelic anatomy had no substitute for adrenaline, burning passion in itself had the capacity to prove a self-perpetuating hazard. When the golden flames were called upon, they burned within Union much like they did without, and overuse of that fire could cause it to grow too strong. “At least tell me that Buer was a serious opponent,” he finally supplied.

Zoe rested her forehead in her hands. The wind, compacted into a stream by the layout of the street beat against her skin, but the warmth within her kept her from feeling its bite. “Not really,” she admitted after a little thought. “He's more or less a medic. While he keeps a great command of demons -fifty legions if my memory serves- his own combat ability is negligible. He's no fool, though...what reason might he have to think so highly of his own troops despite their blindingly obvious weakness?” She suddenly turned to face her partner. “What really surprised me was him summoning them at all. The more powerful demons like Buer don't leave hell all that often, and the lesser ones are unable to do so on their own. Bringing them onto Earth requires great expenditure of energy.”
“Seems very suspicious,” Zander remarked, “Our next step should be to find this Astaroth character and see what we can glean from him. Nothing good can come from demons bringing their minions into this world.”

Just then, his positioning allowed him to see a man approaching from the shadowy gap between a laundromat and a convenience store. Zander pointed, and Zoe, feeling his presence as well, turned to look. A tense moment passed as neither party moved or spoke. “Another sensitive,” Zoe then muttered. “Whatever's going on in this town must be big.” She raised her voice so that Eric could here. “Evening. Can...we help you?”