The radio was becoming a liability. As other voices arrived, Devon responded to Stevie with a quiet 'Hmm' before yanking the batteries out of the radio and pocketing it. The elevator 'dinged' it's stop, and without even noticing, Devon stomped down brutally, crushing the brain underneath his foot with a sick squelching sound. The female groaned and died instantly, and Devon exited the elevator, still twirling the cane around his fingers with a casual grace.

Near the casino, hn?

He had been there once, to gamble a couple of days ago. It was fun to cheat and piss the older people off. He quickly dashed that way, thankfully not running into many crazies on his way. There was one that was laughing as it...well, he wasn't gonna say. It involved a dead human and a stream of golden life essence, however. Devon leaped up, nailing the dude with a flying jump kick that sent it flying into a bellboy cart. Before it can recover, Devon walked forward and ended it's life with a picture-perfect golfswing with his metal cane. Its head went sailing into the wall, with a wet slapping sound.

He was here.

Right past the casino double doors, he saw three crazies slamming against a fancy door. At least two had gotten knives from somewhere, and the third was abnormally tall and muscular; probably a guard. It had a nightstick. Devon narrowed his eyes. A smirk formed.

"Leeroooy...." His low, smoky voice started off in a quiet, yet increasing-in-volume yell.

"JENKIIIIINS!"

His hooded, baseball-cap-covered body abruptly was sent flying forward, apparently by a sneak-attack from behind. He slammed against the door, and the extra force from his body broke it down in splinters. Devon recovered instantly, lashing out with a leg-sweep that sent the tallest guard down. With casual ease, he crushed it's nose under his feet, quickly grabbing it's baton and taking a step back into the relatively large room.

"Here." He said, tossing Stevie the metal cane. The large guard got up, and the extra guard had joined the team of angries, making four. "I'll take two." 

"Youuuuu....little bitches gun' die."

"Make that three." He sprinted forward, his body leaping into the air and turning side-ways, as if he was lying to go down to sleep...and he was spinning. His corkscrewing body slammed against the two large guards and a crazie wielding a knife, and they all went flying into the hallway.

The last crazy looked scared, before turning to Stevie and charging.