LET LOOSE & KILL, Matteus & Jax

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All that stands between Heaven and Hell are the sixteen men and women who decided that they won't leave their fate in the hands of fire and brimstone. Contacted by Bobby Singer you meet up with others who will stand and fight, or if only to lend a hand, however you find yourselves being thrust with the immense responsibility of saving the world, who would have thought it would get done in New Brunswick, New Jersey?

Together you pose too much of a threat to the two remaining Horsemen Pestilence and Famine, so you split up in hopes of reaching the J&J Pharmaceutics Warehouse. Two by two you split up down the roads to all converge on the same location, catching the Horsemen off guard to retrieve their rings in time for the Winchester's plan to carry out. You might know nothing of the plan, and very little about the significance of the rings, but this is the only shot the world has and the risk of placing doubt around the board right now isn't an option.

Matteus and Jax, you find yourselves in an alleyway hoping to cut out onto the main street to converge on the warehouse, you start to feel the effects of Famine's power on you. The smell of sulphur fills the air and a cackle strikes like a thunderous boom in the distance, foot steps clambering on an escape ladder nearby but you see no one insight. You've got but a few hours, you must make it to the warehouse but can you make it in time without succumbing to your deepest desires?

[MATTEUS CARRINGTON]

if i was a sculptor

but then again, no

OR A MAN WHO MAKES POTIONS IN A TRAVELLING SHOW

He was going to ask Castiel to kick the Winchesters where the sun didn't shine the next time he saw if, if he ever saw him again. The fact that this was all the angels fault was also something else he was going to talk to the angel about. Healing him after being saved from Meg was one thing, but mentioning his name to a complete stranger named Bobby Singer and then getting him dragged into saving the world from the apocalypse? That was just a little too much for Matteus to comprehend and say no to at the same time, he still needed time to heal and get over the psychological trauma that Meg had inflicted upon him. But he'd gone straight from being rescued to literally jumping in the fire that was threatening to end the entire world. It just wasn't going to fly with him, so when he got a call from a man named Bobby Singer, he dropped what he was doing and packed up heading to New Brunswick, in the great state of New Jersey. It had to be the most oddest place for the apocalypse to be averted, then again it could have been in his home town and it still wouldn't have mattered, all that mattered was doing what he was told and helping. Once he was in New Brunswick he found himself meeting with 15 other people, some of them he recognized, and others he didn't. He'd almost shot Meg on sight, but a Castiel had seen him and had stopped him, telling him now was not the time or the place to try and fight a demon such as Meg. Matteus had only relented because of Castiel, otherwise he would have killed the demon without so much as blinking. Finally when everyone was gathered they were broken up into teams, and Matteus thankfully hadn't been stuck with Meg, but he had been put with a very intimidating soldier looking type.

He knew the objective, to get to the warehouse and surprise Pestilence, and Famine and do his best not to slow down Jax, as his name was. Jax didn't bother with Matty's name, referring to him only as FNG which oddly enough just made Matteus laugh and accept it. It was nice to be called something else other than Matteus or Matty, even if it was an acronym for fucking new guy. The two quickly established a plan, well more to Jax laid out a plan that Matty would follow and also gave him extra shot gun shells to carry in his Mary Poppins bag that Matty never went without. Even with his bow and arsenal of supplies Matteus was just the back up man here, even he was able to recognize that. As they'd moved onward to their designated path Jax managed to find a small office of some sorts, that he said would be their fall back shelter if they needed it. That was where Matty came in quite handy, he quickly set up salt lines along each door and window, using up two containers and managed to draw several devil traps to protect them if they needed it. Then came time for Matty to decide how much of his arsenal to leave behind, as it would be a hassle to carry everything in his laptop bag. Making quick choices, he was able to leave behind all but four vials of holy water, and two large containers of rock salt. After those choices were made they continued on their way finding themselves in an alley that would take them to the main street where they could move faster towards the ware house.

As they waited in the alley Matty was crouched down next to Jax, his cologne, or aftershave or what ever it was, was completely distracting him. It kept tickling his nose and making him sniff the air close to him, like it was a pheromone or something. Before he could get a handle on himself three things seemed to happen simultaneously, there was a loud cackle in the distance resounding like thunder. The next was Sulpher filling the air around them and blocking the scent of Jax's cologne or what ever it was allowing Matteus to concentrate fully. The last thing was the sound of someone climbing up an escape ladder, turning around and drawing an arrow as fast as possible his eyes strained but didn't see anyone at all. "Jax. I'm not sure we're alone anymore, but I don't see anything. What do you want to do?" Of course he was leaving the decision making up to Jax, he was the man who knew what he was doing or at least appeared to. He was clearly strong, and leader material, not to mention he had a strong jaw line, one that could be kissed and nipped at all day and night. Blushing he stiffened as he reigned his thoughts in, immediately cutting off the flow of pictures from his imagination. That wasn't good, Jax was a scary guy, he'd hoped that would have been enough to stop any random ADD thoughts to break through. Apparently it wasn't enough to deal with, nor was he able to control himself like he was usually able to. Maybe it had something to do with the apocalypse, to maybe even had something to do with Jax himself. What ever it was Matty didn't need it getting in the way of their mission, he had to keep a lid on himself.

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[JACKSON GALLOWS]

He sized up the kid the second they had been paired up and he didn't like what he saw - some fucking prettyboy wuss, a washout who wouldn't make it through basic and if he did, by some miracle or some fuckup of the system, he would run crying at the first sign of enemy fire. Jax would have sooner gone it alone than had this fucking greenhorn, this fucking new guy, holding him back and slowing him down. But he held his tongue, like the polite fucking Canadian that he was. Only it wasn't a matter of manners, it was a matter of time. Raising a stink about who he got paired up with would waste minutes they didn't have. So he kept a steady scowl and silenced his anger. He would make due. He always did.

Knowing the mission objective, Jax had geared up accordingly - a canteen of holy water, a Benelli M3 Super 90 combat shotgun on a three-point sling and enough rock salt shells to cover a Canadian highway in the middle of winter, his SIG P226 on a thigh holster for ease of access, his KA-BAR sharpened and hanging from his belt, spare mags on his LBEs in lead and iron, and a compact set of binoculars. His clothing was charcoal and black, as close as he could get to a kind of urban camo. Give him the rest of his battle rattle and some stripes and he'd look like he just walked off a military base.

They had made good time and met no real resistance for the first leg of their mission, but as they got nearer the warehouse block, Jax's intuition kicked in. He had spotted an empty ground floor office space and ordered the FNG to salt it and trap it. It would be their fallback position, he explained, if things got hairy and they had to regroup. Once it was secured, they moved on and began to cut through an alley that would lead them to a main street. Jax hunkered down in cover behind a dumpster, signaling for the FNG to do the same, and peered around the corner with his binoculars, surveying the sliver of the street that he could see at the opposite end. No soap. They needed a better vantage point.

It was then that the smell of sulphur hit him, followed by a sound like a thunderclap that Jax felt in his chest. He immediately raised up his shotgun in a ready-to-fire position. Then, the sound of footsteps. He swung around, aiming in the direction he heard them from, but saw nothing. He narrowed his eyes, took one more scan of the alley, and looked back at the FNG.

"We have to check out those footsteps," he answered in a harsh whisper, "And we need to get up to a better vantage point, scan the street for hostiles."

He began to feel the itch in his trigger finger, a kind of electricity that ran from the back of his neck, all down his arm and into that second knuckle. By the smell they were dealing with demons, and oh what he wouldn't give to empty all eight shells into the face of one of those motherfuckers.

He stood up from behind the dumpster and started out for the ladder he saw nearby. He told the FNG: "Watch my six. And keep that holy water ready."

Then he let his shotgun hang by the sling as he began to climb.

[MATTEUS CARRINGTON]

if i was a sculptor

but then again, no

OR A MAN WHO MAKES POTIONS IN A TRAVELLING SHOW

Matty's breathing was hard, the smell of sulfur was clogging his air ways and making it difficult to get clean air. Moving over some his eyes still trained on the room top and the ladder leading up to it he took another gulp of air and his mouth went dry and heat flashed through his body at the new smell. It was a musky scent, entirely masculine in ever way, and it was one of the most addictive things he'd ever smelled. He took another deep breath and he grew warmer, his body shaking a little as his eyes darted around trying to find the source of the smell, something anything that it could be. His attention was caught as Jax had turned to face the same direction as Matty, his presence seeming to loom behind Matteus. It sent chills down his spine just thinking about it, it was then he realized the scent was coming from Jax himself, and that it was just as good up close as it was downwind of it. Shaking his head a little he forced himself to focus on the string of his bow, the feel of the material biting into his fingers as he held it in place. The longer it was there the more it dug into his skin, leaving grooves in his fingertips, he wasn't going to even let go until he saw something that was either demonic, or evil. Then all bets were off, he was going to kill something, wait. His brain stopped short for a moment, as he realized that he'd actually thought of killing something before it attacked him, he was a pacifist, he didn't do anything unless it was to defend himself or others. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, he used the pain as a distraction from the thoughts on Jax's powerful form just behind him, and the odd sense of wanted to do something completely out of character.

There was movement at Jax moved around him, his body brushing close to his sending electricity through his body. His eyes widened at the contact, his eyes tracing down the older mans back, going lower until they rested on his firm rear. It was hard to look away, even for a scary guy Matteus had to admit he had an extremely nice ass. Shaking his head again he loosened his hold on the string of his bow as Jax turned back to him and told him they needed to check out the footsteps they had heard, and that they needed to get up to a better vantage point so they could scan the streets better. Matteus managed a short and curt nod, his eyes scanning the other males face, taking not of his eyes and then his lips before averting his eyes back down to the other end of the alley. "I got it, plus, my arrows won't do much good from ground level." His eyes went back to the older man as he stood up and moved over towards the ladder that led up to the rooftops and turned back again to tell him to watch his six. Luckily Matty was distracted from oggling the man's firm rear again by his piercing gaze, and him telling Matty to watch his six and keep his holy water handy. Nodding, as he needed not to say anything in return he watched as Jax climbed up the ladder, the movement stretching and pulling the fabric of his clothing giving Matteus ample views of his butt as he climbed up the latter. Shaking his head he slid his arrow back into the quiver before moving over to the ladder and hoisting himself up after the older man. The cold metal was more than enough to keep him focused and looking at the brick wall in front of him, his eyes focusing on the cement holding the bricks together. He couldn't keep losing focus like that, he couldn't let his eyes wander on their own or be affected by the older man. They both had a job to do, they had to stop the apocalypse from happening, and in order to do that they needed the rings of Famine and Pestilence.

Reaching the top of the ladder was much more difficult than it should have been, his eyes had strayed once peering up to watch Jax's form climb up and over the side of the building before Matty managed to find his self control again and climbed over the top and found himself staring over parts of the city. Turning around he could easily make out the warehouse in the distance, they seemed to be so close. "I can see the warehouse, and I don't see anything in the street to the left, and there isn't anywhere really a person could go up here." His blue eyes trailed all over the street watching every thing before he turned around to stare at Jax again, there was a random thought, a stray line of thinking that wondered what Jax looked like without all the weapons and clothes. Blushing hard he closed his eyes and steadied himself, trying to draw on the years of practice he had burying things like this inside him. It helped, but only some as he gazed at the closest thing he'd ever come to a killing machine in the flesh since he'd been held captive by Meg. Looking around, he tried to see where any type of footsteps might have come, but he still didn't see any people. It was odd how neither of them had seen anyone, when they had clearly heard someone climbing up the ladder to begin with. Drawing an arrow out of his quiver, he suddenly felt like he was being watched, like a pair of eyes were just staring at him and they weren't friendly. Almost as soon as this happened he moved closer to Jax taking careful steps until he was close enough to reach out and touch him, though without realizing it he'd moved himself into a dangerous zone. Jax's scent easily grabbing his attention again, breaking the small amount of focus he had as he took a discreet whiff and found it even more enticing than it had been before.

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[JACKSON GALLOWS]

The entire climb up the ladder he had a strange feeling, that prickling electricity in the back of his neck that there were eyes on him, that he was being watched closely. He gritted his teeth and everything from his knuckles up his arms and into his shoulders and back tensed up, a coiled snake waiting to strike. He couldn't place if it was anger or impatience turning him rabid. He wondered if it was because he had been saddled with the FNG, who kept looking at him like... Hell, he didn't know, but he didn't like it. All he wanted to do was lash out at something, anything.

Breathe, Gallows. Breathe. You have a fucking job to do.

It bothered him that he was feeling anything at all. He had his objective and every synapse in his brain should have been devoted to completing that objective. Not to a low-burning anger he didn't understand, or to a gnawing junkie-like need to destroy something. Someone.

He took a deep breath and focused.

When he reached the top rung of the ladder and stepped up onto the roof he immediately crouched low and swung his Benelli up to a ready-to-fire position. He moved forward, taking a sweep of the immediate area as the FNG came up the ladder behind him. There was little cover on the rooftop, but there was enough - a few large silver square vents and AC units that, to Jax's eyes, looked about wide and high enough for someone to crouch behind.

He shot a look back over his shoulder and said in a harsh whisper: "Keep quiet." Their voices could carry, he thought. It would be so easy to just slit the FNG's throat, he thought. Two dozen different ways to kill the kid suddenly hit him in that moment. Organs and arteries stuck out in his view as if they were fluorescent. It would be so easy...

He's on your side, chuggernuts. Get your fucking shit together.

Jax spat a gob of saliva onto the rooftop and looked back over the scene. His stray thinking had begun to rattle him; the eerie calm of the area even more so. Calm before the storm, he figured. Now where had those footsteps gone? The question had no more than passed through his mind before a figure stood up from behind one of the vents.

It was a middle-aged man in a police uniform, fully kitted with a nightstick and a pistol, spare mags, a taser. The slimy smirk outed him as a demon even before his eyes flashed demon-black, somehow darker than anything Jax had seen in his life; a void.

He thought gunfire might draw out more demons. He wondered if he couldn't just take this one out quietly. He wondered no longer when the cop-demon drew its pistol, grinning, and took aim.

Motherfucker. Since when did demons use pistols?

He had time enough to bark "Get down!" at the FNG before the demon pulled the trigger and laid down fire on them. Jax dove to the side, rolled up to his feet and fired a retaliatory blast of rocksalt all in one smooth motion. He smelled blood, felt practically electric as he stared down his demonic prey.

He shot only the briefest of glances at the FNG - enough to make sure he was still alive - and managed a curt "I'll keep him busy. You handle the latin."

[MATTEUS CARRINGTON]

if i was a sculptor

but then again, no

OR A MAN WHO MAKES POTIONS IN A TRAVELLING SHOW

Matteus wasn't sure what was going on, his control was almost none when it came to the older man he was paired with. He'd been around guys younger, and one or two even older, all attractive in their own ways, but none of them had the pull that the seasoned hunter did, not even, cutting off the thought he pushed that as far back into his mind as he could locking it up and burying it in the darkest corner of his mind. Even right now he didn't want to ever compare anyone to the angel, it was like comparing a flashlight to the moon. It was just impossible, not a chance in the world and he didn't need to break down into tears, he needed to keep his wits about him. He didn't need swoon over the man he was paired with to help avert the apocalypse, he could do that later, he needed to focus, to stop thinking of how good he smelled, or the fact that he could picture how his muscles contracted and loosened as his body moved. Shaking his head he focused on his breathing, letting everything in his mind go as he just breathed air in and let it out. One breath at a time as his eyes scanned the rooftop, noting the small coverage, and then he turned his back to Jax so he could just get a moment without looking at him. Maybe if he couldn't see him, some of the edge would go away, hopefully he'd be able to get himself back under control soon before anything decided to pop out and try to kill them.

There was movement behind him and then he heard Jax shouting for him to get down before he was whipping around finding himself facing a demon inhabiting the body of a police officer and pointing a gun at them both. "Shit!!" There wasn't time to let anything else out of his mouth before he was releasing his already knocked arrow and watching it fly at the demon. That wasn't his main worry though, said demon was already unloading shots even before he was jumping out of the way, he knew it was too late and didn't even bother crying out when he felt a bullet rip through the inside of his thigh. He tucked his body rolling behind a ventilation duct and looked over at Jax who had fire at the demon already, he just looked at Matteus saying he'd keep it busy while Matty handled the Latin part. Hearing the man say those words sent a thrill through him, as if he was telling Matty he was relying on him to do something for him. Nodding his head he ignored the pain in his though and crept up leaning against the ventilation duct and eyes the demon, and was extremely glad to find that it had his arrow sticking out of it's shoulder, though he had missed anything vital. He ducked down again as another bullet was aimed his way, it skipped off the top of the shaft making him jump a little before knocking another arrow before looking over at Jax signaling to him he was ready to start.

There was a look from the older male as they studied each other for a second, he could see something in his eyes he hadn't seen before. Well, something he hadn't seen in the man's eyes before, but he'd seen it in other eyes, especially the eyes of those creatures that had sought to kill him. Taking a deep breath he blinked again and the look was gone before he pushed up with his good leg twisting on it and rising up. They both rose at the same time and Matty heard the shotgun fire drawing the demons attention away from him as he let his arrow fly and started chanting, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas. Omnis incursio infernalis adversari, Omnis congregatio, et secta diabolica, ergo draco maledicte, ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias livertate servire, te rogamusaudi nos!" He managed to get the entire prayer out without breaking a sweat or messing up the words, even as he'd began chanting the demon had seemed to realize it'd been tricked but had been completely drawn by the older hunters salt rounds which seemed to cause it more pain even as it struggled to stay in it's host body. As he'd finished there was a great keening wail from the man before his mouth opened and a horrendous substance, a void like substance made of smoke, seemed to shoot out of it and fade into the air. Leaning heavily against the ventilation shaft Matteus sighed wincing a little as he looked down at his leg noting the hole through his inner thigh and was much happier when he saw it was a through and through. His attention was drawn away from his wound as Jax was moving and more sounds were coming from the streets below them.

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[JACKSON GALLOWS]

When Jax had been younger, and angrier, and rougher around the edges, combat had been primal thing to him. He didn't think. He charged and he swung with everything he had and there was fire in his veins and bloodlust in his mind.

They trained that out of him, when he joined the military a lifetime ago. He became cold and calm and precise and looked for openings and computed tactics and analyzed the field of battle. And that was how he continued to operate, all through Bosnia and Kosovo and Afghanistan and the haunted back roads of America.

Until now.

His heart jackhammered at the thrill of it all. He ducked and rolled after that first blast of rocksalt, and a primal haze came over his brain. He wanted blood. He wanted to see it paint the rooftop. He wanted to plant a knife in that motherfucker's throat and feel the blade through his windpipe. He wanted to hear the gurgling song of the death rattle. He didn't see a demon before him anymore - he saw the prey he had hunted all those years ago in bombed-out Balkan cities and isolated desert caves.

He drove the butt of his shotgun into the demon's face and received a telekinetic blast for his efforts. He skipped across the rooftop like a stone and his impact crumpled one of the aluminum vents. He stood instantly with a stare like acid and his teeth bared in a humourless grin. He didn't hear the FNG's Latin. He didn't hear anything but the roar of blood in his ears and the voice in the back of his head screaming at him to go for the throat.

He brought up the shotgun and fired from the hip like a reflex, sending another rock salt round into the demon's stomach. He dropped the shotgun, letting it dangle from its sling, and went for the knife in his belt.

It was then that the demon opened its mouth and the unearthly wail of its descent back to hell seemed to snap Jax out of his berserker rage. He took one step backwards, shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs out, as the inky black cloud dissipated.

What the fuck is happening to me?

He let go of his knife and put his hands back on his shotgun. He looked down at the demon's cop meatsuit. Dead. Jax didn't bother checking for a pulse. He turned and walked back to the FNG. His eyes jumped to the wound in the kid's leg and he cursed under his breath. Well, it didn't hit the artery, otherwise the kid would have bled out by now.

"Hang on for a second," Jax said quietly, walking past the FNG to take a look down at the street below.

He didn't even need to glass it with his binoculars.

"They know we're up here," he muttered. He watched their movements closely. They were in no great hurry - figuring their prey was trapped. Overconfident motherfuckers.

"They'll be here by the time I get that leg patched up. I'm going to go down and clear the way to the fallback point. Cover things from up here, then rendezvous on the ground when I tell you to."

Or I could just put him out of his misery. One through the skull. Keep movin'. It'd be faster.

He saw the hole in the FNG's skull, blood and grey matter spilling out like jelly.

Stop it with this fucking serial killer shit, you asshole. You have a job to do. Focus.

He ran a hand down his face and his expression became hard, cold - he was Eastwood. He was Bronson. He was going to get shit done. He took one last look at the FNG, a look that said If you fuck up, I will end you. And then he descended the ladder back down to the alley.

He dropped the last few feet, landing with a soft tok-tok of his boots on the asphalt. He could see two demons closing in on him from the mouth of the alley. Jax straightened up, strode straight for them, watched them through the sights of his Benelli.

"Well, well," said one, "What have we--"

Jax fired, cutting him off with a spray of rock salt.

The other ran for him. Jax pumped the action and fired again. The pair of demons struggled on the ground, and their onyx-black eyes looked up at him with the purest hatred. Jax swung his shotgun aside and went for his canteen of holy water.

He could feel those tendrils of primal rage slowly curling around his mind as he unscrewed the cap on the canteen, and he couldn't stop them.

[MATTEUS CARRINGTON]

if i was a sculptor

but then again, no

OR A MAN WHO MAKES POTIONS IN A TRAVELLING SHOW

Matty leaned more against the ventilation duct and slide down the metal surface unable to keep the weight on his leg any longer. This wasn't the first time the human had been injured, but it was the first time he'd been shot, so it was something new for him to experience. At least he was with Jax, he was pretty sure the older male had been shot once or twice in his life if not more times. His gaze lifted up as he watched the older hunter walk over to him and peer at his leg before looking up at his face and their eyes met for the briefest second before he went over to the edge of the roof and peered over it. It didn't surprise Matty as Jax said that there were more demons and that they knew they were on the roof. He nodded to Jax as he shrugged off his quiver and unzipped his hoodie, he took the other males words as he was told the demons would be up on the roof by the time the hunter could get his leg patched up so he could use it again. He told Matteus he was going to go down and clear the way and that he should cover him from the roof. He took his hoodie and wrapped it around his thigh hiding the bullet wound from sight and then gritting his teeth he tied it off as tight as he could before looking up at "Got it, I'll keep an eye from here and pick off as many as I can with my arrows. You can count on me, I might be hit but I'm not out of this yet, it'll take more than this to make me tap out."

He didn't miss Jax running a hand over his face and he couldn't help but frown just a little bit, the older man looked a little off. But it went away as quick as he'd seen it and it was replaced by the cold stone killer look that Matty had grown use to seeing on the other mans face. When it was turned on him, and those cold eyes drilled into his own, he felt his heart rate pick up. He knew he was being warned not to fuck anything up, and he wasn't going to, he was going to lay down the best cover fire that anyone could using a bow and arrow. He didn't let his gaze waver from Jax's until the other man broke the eye contact so he could climb down the ladder to make it to the ground. Sighing just a little shakily, Matty picked up his quiver and slid it back over his shoulder and crawled over to the edge of the roof and looked down at Jax. He didn't falter as he headed straight for the demons walking towards him, Matty couldn't stop the rush of concern he felt for the older hunter. It was odd, he was having such a hard time controlling his emotions around the man, he was so cold and steely, it was impossible for Matteus to concentrate at times. He knew the man was a trained killer, that he'd probably seen many things in his life that would make his skin crawl or his mind break into a thousand pieces. But it didn't matter, every time their eyes met or Jax spoke to him Matty found his heart skipping a beat or his ears straining to hear his voice again. It was completely off from his normal behavior and if he had time he'd worry about it, but he didn't, so all he could do was make a note of it and just move on.

His attention was brought back into reality as the sound of Jax's shotgun went off sending a spray of rock salt into the demons downing two of them. Drawing an arrow from his quiver he knocked it and drew it back, his eyes searching out the demons below and picking out a blonde headed woman who's midnight black eyes were trained on Jax. He let his emotions loose and found himself wanting to kill her, he wanted to stop her from looking at the other male like he was just a corpse waiting to litter the street. Letting the arrow go he didn't bother to watch as it embedded itself in her chest right into her heart. He knew that there wasn't helping these people, and he could pay for it later in his life, but right now it was either Jax or these demons inside humans. Drawing another arrow he drew it tight, his thumb brushing against his cheek as he aimed at a red headed man who had somehow gotten behind Jax and let the arrow fly and this time watched it as it slid right into the mans back piercing the mans spine and hopefully embedding itself into the demons heart. To be safe he quickly drew another arrow and fired at the man's knee, or the back of it and nodded to himself as the man went down in a heap. As he drew another arrow his eyes wandered back to Jax, and he couldn't help but admire the man as he tossed holy water into the faces of a few demons, before blowing them back with rock salt rounds from his shotgun. Taking aim he let his arrow go and watched as it went through the neck of a grey haired man that had been getting to close to Jax. His hand went behind his head and felt how many arrows he had left, still quite a few but he knew he'd eventually run out. Drawing another arrow he let those thoughts drift to the back of his mind as he took aim at another demon and let his arrow fly and waited for the signal from Jax.

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