"Huh?" He looked back at her - followed her line of sight up -
"oh jesus mary and all the fucking saints, cockfuck me in the eye - " he breathed.
That sick fucking gray of a bled-out corpse, with teeth that looked nastier than the Medic's bonesaw, long claws curled over the edge of the rooftop above them -
They weren't fucking kidding about the demons.
Even as he swore, even as he took in the fucking monster, his hands were moving, whipping his bat out of the messenger bag he always carried slung across his back, and he was on his feet with it out and ready by the time the thing jumped down into the alley to join their little party, putting himself between it and the Pyro.