The mark left on the demon hunter was nothing compared to the various different injuries he had accumulated throughout the years fighting otherworldly beings. Snider winced. As quickly as he entered the world, it seemed he had left. The old man gave a nod, apparently in appreciation, before moving his right hand in front of his chest and sticking out his middle finger.
The next thing he knew, Snider was back in the ambulance. With his working arm, he checked to see if all the bandages he had were still doing their job. Snider hopped off the ambulance and stretched his neck out. He bent over to pick up the hearing aid he had left there on the ground where the demon was, and wiped it off on the surface of one of his bandages before placing it back firmly into his ear. As soon as he did, he detected the sound of motorcycle engines revving up. He was unsure whether it was human or demon, though using the sonic image generated by his hearing aids, he determined that it was two individuals.
The veteran grumbled, both in pain and vexation, limping toward the sound of the vehicle. It wasn't the worst day he's had, but it was definitely up there.