The brutish demons took a lot of hits before they sounded their final cries and burned to ash, leaving Daimon last to fight against this man and his remaining shitdicks. He countered some of the energy, not all, but had been heavily afflicted that one look at that gun Captain Fuckwit had, and Hellstorm knew any more bullets in his body and he was done for. He fired off one final blast at the armed general, encasing himself in a shield of fire, flipping the fucker off before he teleported. It took a lot of out of him; between that and the fatal fires cast on him, Daimon couldn't concentrate enough to take him to his apartment. Instead, he landed himself in some random alleyway, hitting the ground with a heavy thud, and seeing black as consciousness began to slip from him.