The demon just smirked at Sal. "But, if I got my hands dirty then I can't caress and fuck all the beautiful freaks of Niflheim." This was bullshit of course. As soon as another zombie got in Sal's way, Flauros quickly raised his right arm, and brought it down on it's head effectively knocking it off. The creature twitched, then fell to it's knees before slumping over like a ragdoll.
"I love my fire, just like you love your guns, Sally." He hollered back, sending another beam of fire at another set of zombies. "Don't you find it sad that we're the only ones right now dealing with these fuckers here?"