A-hunting we will go
Who: Valen, Jameson, Missy, Tanith Where: The 7-11 on South Broadway When: High Noon Why: Because somebody's gotta do it
Standing outside the 7-11, Valen waited for the others to arrive. They'd decided upon this location shortly after getting grouped together by Erin, and quite frankly, Valen was more than ready to start clearing this place out. There was one thing to be said for wanton destruction as that was just good ol' fashioned fun, but these demons had invaded his town. Valen had been working quite a while to get Scarlet Oak under his control, and he didn't need some idiotic demon to show up out of nowhere and inadvertently kill someone he needed to use or even worse: lower the nearby property values. No, Valen was quite content to leave global domination to the religious nuts and the Republicans thank you very much, all he wanted was this little town. Heart, soul, and utterly without question.
Lighting a cigarette as he waited outside, he went over his current equipment. Not being completely at a loss considering this was hardly the first demonic onslaught on his town, he had a few items that surprisingly went over with very few raised eyebrows. He rather enjoyed playing up the part of the hero, and who was the more heroic lawman than the sheriff in a western? With that in mind he actually had a belt holster hanging on his right hand side, and a shotgun in his left hand. Strapped to his back and looking very out of context against his trench coat was something that he'd actually worked over himself...not that he'd tell anyone that anyway. Sheathed in a scabbard strapped to his back was a shortsword with a blessed holy blade, and a hilt made to negate such disgusting magics. If Valen was going to be brandishing something so disturbingly filled with white magic he damn sure wasn't going to actually touch it. The thing did have a lovely effect on demons though, clearly aggravating the damage caused by the actual slices of the weapon itself.
He grinned.
His vorpal blade was aching to go snicker snack upside some creatures abominable head, and Valen felt no need to deny it. Between all of his weapons he felt like Clint Eastwood, John Wayne, and Saint George the Dragon Slayer all rolled up into one. It was a good day to be the law in this town.