TEAM SAM - Sam, Rose, Paige, Bart, Andrew
Meta-humans gone dangerously wrong was one thing, but demons— real demons, right there for you to see— was another. He knew; Bart knew that this place wasn’t a playground and that it wasn’t for the faint of heart, wasn’t somewhere you’d want to bring the kids for a vacation if you weren’t planning on traumatizing them for life. He hadn’t been living in his own world, where everything was bunny rabbits and cotton candy. He knew better than to keep his eyes closed to things and he knew enough to never think that nothing would go wrong when you least expected it to.
However, demons were one of those things that he’d never had to deal with. They were new and so completely alien to him that he actually went rigid when a set of black eyes turned to stare at where he was standing. Standing still was a rare thing to seem him doing and it didn’t last. It never lasted.
He wasn’t afraid of letting anything get in close to him. Not a fist and not a speeding bullet and right now, not even a demon. Watching the others nearby from the corners of his eyes kept him aware and in the loop and as he held them in close vicinity, he let one of the demons lunge, tried not to flinch. He was close enough to feel the thing’s breath on his face, close enough to see the colorless eyes and the sneering mouth. For a second, a moment, the world seemed to be moving impossibly slow. He felt like he could do a thousand things during that fleeting period of time, but chose to get the hell out of there instead.
His vanishing act was abrupt enough to send the demon smashing into a wall instead of into him. Seeing it shake itself off, Bart was half tempted to run circles around it, or to send his fist smashing into it’s face at speeds that would put any car to shame. Not wanting to severely hurt the human that might still be alive in the body stopped him from acting without thinking it through. He didn't want to kill it.