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Clark Kent (ex_sonofkryp215) wrote in wariscoming,

Dick wasn't the only one worn through. It seemed like everyone was. How could one possibly rest in a city cast into constant violence and chaos? Clark had gone out and done as much as he could for the city, but there was simply too much to be taken on and too little to do about it. People were possessed, but exorcisms weren't working. Holy water wasn't working. Rock salt wasn't working. Clark knew that they couldn't harm the bodies, so what else was there that they could really do? Clark tried containing a few at best, but that was only going to hold for but so long with creatures that had super strength of their own. Plus, he was pretty sure that, possessed or not, the demons still needed to eat. If Clark left them abandoned and locked away, the humans they were possessing were still at risk. It was a tricky situation all around, which was why Clark was more than eager to team up with someone else. Dick was probably one of the most reliable people he'd come across in this city so far, if not one of the few that he happened to know the best. Dressed in his dark uniform, Clark quietly peered out across the roof and down into the streets below. Honing in on his telescopic abilities, Clark watched carefully as the demons grouped together in scatters all along the street leading to the McDonalds. He could see a few more in the distance as well, but they didn't appear to be a direct threat at the moment. They were scavenging their way through a 7-Eleven a few blocks down. If Clark was quick enough, they wouldn't even realize that their friends were getting attacked. All he had to do was keep those demons from screaming, yelling, and firing their weapons.

It really was a good thing he had superspeed.

"Get them out as quickly as you can," Clark said determinedly, turning his gaze to Dick. "I'll hold down the fort out here until you do." He'd keep watch and make sure that they didn't end up having to face any unpleasant surprises. Clark also planned to get his hands on a live one. While Dick was inside getting the others out, he thoroughly intended to see if he could get some answers out of the last man - well, demon - standing. Clark wasn't one to get especially violent when he wanted answers (mostly), but he had a pretty sharp glare and a decent way to intimidate once his capabilities were shown. He was hoping that'd work to his advantage.