Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
Looking over at his companions, Vincent shrugged and gestured to the Graeme shaped hole in the window, "Well, that kind of ruins our stealth plan, huh?"
Knowing the trio had heard everything that the shapeshifter had said, Vincent smiled at them before running out after Graeme, the only difference was that he used the balcony door. There would be no need for dramatics, and his friends were already compromised, because there was no way the cultists hadn't heard that crash.
Jumping as he came to the balcony, Vincent landed in a crouch on the railing before jumping towards the tree they had come from. Grabbing a hold of it with his hands, he swung to the next, trying to catch up with the shapeshifter.
A loud snarling from below alerted him that he was being followed by the other hellhound, and when he dared a glance down, he could see the three headed beast clearly. It's four red eyes following his every movements, while it's mouth snapped at him, showing two impressive sets of deadly teeth and scorching hot drool.
Just as he was about to jump to the next tree, the beast began backing away, and for a moment Vincent felt relieved. That was until, to the demons great displeasure, the hound began running straight for the tree, lowering it's massive body to the ground as it did so, before jumping and sprinting right up the trunk, it's eyes focused solely on the blue haired demon, the bark of the tree cracking under it's sharp claws.
Vincent kicked the beast in one of it's faces, causing it to fall back and land on the forest floor with a crash, but the dogs saliva had made contact with his skin, and he yelped, feeling it sizzle painfully under the hem of his pant leg.
Quickly sliding his bag off his shoulders, he zipped it open, searching for something, anything, to get him out of the situation, his hands digging frantically around the insides of the thing. As he did so, he could see the hound back up again, snarling at him from the ground.
This was not good.
Knowing the trio had heard everything that the shapeshifter had said, Vincent smiled at them before running out after Graeme, the only difference was that he used the balcony door. There would be no need for dramatics, and his friends were already compromised, because there was no way the cultists hadn't heard that crash.
Jumping as he came to the balcony, Vincent landed in a crouch on the railing before jumping towards the tree they had come from. Grabbing a hold of it with his hands, he swung to the next, trying to catch up with the shapeshifter.
A loud snarling from below alerted him that he was being followed by the other hellhound, and when he dared a glance down, he could see the three headed beast clearly. It's four red eyes following his every movements, while it's mouth snapped at him, showing two impressive sets of deadly teeth and scorching hot drool.
Just as he was about to jump to the next tree, the beast began backing away, and for a moment Vincent felt relieved. That was until, to the demons great displeasure, the hound began running straight for the tree, lowering it's massive body to the ground as it did so, before jumping and sprinting right up the trunk, it's eyes focused solely on the blue haired demon, the bark of the tree cracking under it's sharp claws.
Vincent kicked the beast in one of it's faces, causing it to fall back and land on the forest floor with a crash, but the dogs saliva had made contact with his skin, and he yelped, feeling it sizzle painfully under the hem of his pant leg.
Quickly sliding his bag off his shoulders, he zipped it open, searching for something, anything, to get him out of the situation, his hands digging frantically around the insides of the thing. As he did so, he could see the hound back up again, snarling at him from the ground.
This was not good.