Jordan had shifted through the houses as more hunters showed up. He had heard the dregs of one teams plan and did not see any point of joining it, leaving them behind to do what they willed. Instead he searched around for materials, anything that could be used in the upcoming battle. Scrap metal was numerous but besides that there was little else, burnt wood, warped glass, and bones were all that was left in the end. However his search wasn't all for naught as he found a large bundle of rebar near a house that would never become constructed. The only detriment to his find was a lone demon gnawing on the bones of a construction worker. The man himself had died fighting, the remains of several long dead demons around him attributed to that. The demon didn't realize Jordan was behind it until his shadow had dominated the area around it and by that time his fist was already around the creatures diminutive neck. There was a strangled squeak, a snap, than a gurgle as Jordan crushed the things neck.

Throwing the corpse away, Jordan payed respects to the fallen before moving onto his prize. Rebar, in his experience, was fairly useful. It was a staple of his pit falls but today he had a very different idea. With enough force they made adequate spears and if worse came to worse than they made handy clubs. With the bundle in tow, Jordan decided that his time of intentional hiding was over and instead walked out into the open. Making his way across the street, Jordan began to search for a smithy or a stable. Either one of those should have something he could use.