Karl looks up to his left at the creature of black half his height above him. Paul hold up his claws, the bule sparks jumping across them. He grins revealing needle sharp white teeth.
Then looks up to his right [Kendrics angelic form in here]
He screws a cigerette into his mouth, lighting it casually with his zippos
lighter before returning it and the silver cigerette case to the pocket of his
long coat.
"You know." He observes softly. "I could almost feel out classed
here." He heaves up the weapon resting into the crook of his arm, Paul
leans back slightly so the barrel of the gun misses his nose. "Shall we
go kick some Daemon butt?"
Kendric smiles and nods.