"Here we are, the Clover Bar!"
It took sometime to convince James to come out safely back into the Vegas night, but Felicia's infectious demeanour was enough to convince anyone. She spoke of how she had arranged a meeting with someone who could help James with his predicament. At first he thought it was a psychiatrist, but it was instead one of her friends down at a place she knew. A somewhat-discreet bar in the southeast of town.
It looked classy enough. Worn old stone without windows, the sign above glinting a minty neon green with a four-leaf clover in the middle. James imagined it was some sort of Irish pub, and he smiled gently upon it.
"...huh...looks pretty nice."
"I like to come here to get cozy with friends, everyone's real friendly with ya. But first!"
She gently patted a strange statue beside the door, a wolf cast in stone with odd markings in darker colours.
"You gotta give Ammy here a pat on the head."
"Mmhmm, it's fer good luck! Just go with it, okay?"
He gently patted the wolf statue tenderly and the two walked inside, passing by a very drunk patron exiting the bar in a cap and blue shirt, whom Felicia greeted. The interior of the bar was rather exquisite to James. Fine soft jazz music, various relics of memorabilia that were lost on FG but surely important to the owner. Smooth stone walls pooled half within light and half within darkness, as if it were the very boundary between heaven and hell.
Tables resplendent of the finest oak, soft-cushioned chairs, an impressive collection of drinks that from the scent alone of old spills on the bar were quite familiar alien to James. Moody lights, a very colourful-looking jukebox that humbly glowed within a corner, darts, two pool tables, and a pinball machine in the shade. The place was the finest cultivation of class he had ever seen within a bar, down to the surprisingly eloquent angel and demon reliefs wreathed upon two pillars on either side of the main bar. There was even a stairway to a more secluded second floor, hugging the wall.
"Hehe, you like?"
"This is a REALLY nice bar."
He knew Sarah would be incredibly envious of the owner's style. As Felicia lead him to a table, he gazed around at the relics upon the wall. Various photographs lined the walls, apparent celebrities with their signatures scribbled onto bills humbly. Only a few caught his eye truly, such as a silver-haired man in a red cape, a young-looking punk in a blue shirt called Joe who seemed very like the one who just left, and an older Japanese man only known as "The Boss, H.K", whose portrait was in the centre of it all.
Various items were placed around the photos too such as priceless-looking handguns, archaic-looking swords, and even one fully intact motorcycle completely glued to the wall somehow. Only three words came up to James as he sat down with Felicia and gazed within every single direction. Cool. Cool. Cool. Eventually a waitress came over, a lustrous-looking human woman with stylishly black glasses and a lean body, draped in some sort of dual-parted cloak.
"Hi Miss B!" said Felicia with a furry wave.
Her voice was of such refined British English that James shivered with young London memories.
"I haven't seen you prowling around for quite a while."
"Well I been busy with the orphanage really, you know how it is."
"Actually I don't, you know me and children, don't get along very well."
"Well, glad to be back always! Can't miss seein' my favourite witchy!"
"And I do so love to see you always sweet kitty, makes my day all the more worthwhile. And who is your handsome friend?"
"Oh, this is James, or FG if ya like, he's a newcomer."
"I can see he is, I would remember a young fossil like him."
James became nervous at the way Felicia said the word.
"I-is that bad?"
"No no no, not at all my dear little dino." Miss B petted James softly. "But...you are having quite a few...problems handling yourself, aren't you?"
"What Miss B means," said Felicia, "is that you got some problems...right?"
"OH, yeah uh th-that's right. I...well, Felicia found me in some trouble, and I...I did some bad stuff and I can't remember any of it, so she's helping me around to see if anyone can...help me."
"And you decided to bring him here?" said the witch with false admonishment. "Kitty, you should be ashamed of yourself!"
"Awww come on!" squeaked Felicia, "I'm sure you or Gene at least know someone that can sort that out."
"Hmmm...I suppose. You want me to go ask him too?"
"That'd be great thanks," said Felicia before asking politely, "Oh and uhhh, you wanna tell her about the uh, problem, FG?"
"Uhhhh...sure! Well, it's...I've been...having these blackouts and then I wake up, blood everywhere, a freakin' massacre. Oh, also there was this message carved out for me so...yeah that's all I can tell ya."
"I see...sounds like quite a nasty little imp we are dealing with hmm?"
"How about something to drink to calm you down?"
"Ahhh sure! You got any McEwan's?"
"Mmmmm I don't think so, what is it exactly?"
"Uhhh English ale. Anything like that at all?"
"Ah. I do believe we have something like that, alright, English ale for you. And for the kitty?"
"Mmmm the usual thanks!"
"Alrighty. Back in a flash."
She sauntered away with the most seductive swaying of hips FG had ever seen, to the point that he had to wonder if she was really putting out or if she actually did just walk that way. He could see her walk up to the bartender. A muscular white guy with one arm completely wrought in iron, open-chested with a long black coat, short black hair and a few tattoos.
"You really think they'll know anything about helping me?" he asked the feline.
"Ohhh sure! I mean Gene's been around a lot an' seen a lotta crazy stuff, same with Miss B except she got all that black magic goin' on."
"She definitely got a LOT goin' on with that body, dayumn."
"Hehehehe, you like her?"
"Well...uh...I'm not big on humans I admit but...she is pretty damn sexy."
"Hehehe, I can smell that off ya, yer so easy."
"HEY, not so loud dammit, I don't wanna be rude."
"Hehehehee, relaaax I'm just teasin' ya FG."
"Ahhhh huh...right now I just need a drink to relax...still, damn this is a nice place."
"I told ya you'd like it."
The waitress came back, slinking back with a tray expertly balanced in one hand. Her few golden jewels and earrings jingled ever so softly as she walked, long black high heels clacking on the floor with the smoothness of chocolate. James couldn't get over the fact that Miss B had the aura of a schoolteacher from an erotic story. Strict but sexy.
"Theeere we go, a pint of ale for you, and a glass of hot milk with brandy for the lady."
"Thanks Miss B!" said Felicia as James tenderly tasted the ale.
It was surprisingly well-bodied and smooth. It had the sweetness of cider but the strength of ale, which amazed him to the point of not noticing he drank down a quarter of it easily.
"Mmmmph! Goddamn this is...this is amazing, what is this!?"
"Ohhh a special blend of ours we have at the Clover Bar that we like to call 'Waka's Dance'. Smooth and sweet on the outside, but don't underestimate its strength."
"Ahh huh, well I used to work in a bar so I had my share of crazy drink names too."
"Ohhh where did you work?"
"The Two By Two in Chicago, was an assistant to the boss there, minimum wage."
"Sounds ghastly dear, a biker bar was it?"
"It was kinda rough but that's only 'cause it was in the poor side of town."
"Mmmm...speaking of which, Felicia, as one of our dearest customers I feel I should tell you some bad news."
Felicia stopped her tender cat-like lapping of the milk-and-brandy to look up with worry.
"There's been talk of the boss having to close down the Clover Bar."
"Wh-WHAT!? Noooooooo not the Clover! Why!?"
"Things aren't going so well with the big Cap he said, says they have to close a few places down to keep things running smooth."
"B-but, this is such a cool place! They can't close down Clover, if people just gave 'em a chance they'd get bigger! Okay not many people come here but they got no idea what they're missing out on if they just had a look!"
"I know, it's a terrible shame darling, all our potential customers sauntering away to those shinier-looking places like Halo or Gears."
"UGH I hate those places! They're all so macho and full of stupid teenagers!"
"And such foul mouths they have, not like the class we have. The owners are good people, nothing against those dears at all! But their clientele, ugh..."
"Yeaaaah...so...what you gonna do? I mean Gene can look after himself but this is gonna break Joe's heart, and what about Ammy!?!?"
"Well the boss isn't giving up on us for sure! And the uppers at Cap said that at the very least they will look after our sweet doggy."
"Phew...I know I'll be okay, I'm a Darkstalker after all, we stick together when something affects all of us!"
"I know kitty, but it's not the end of the world. I'll let you in on a secret right now."
She leaned in closer, her smooth lips making James struggle to pay attention to what came out of them.
"The boss already has his plans set. Says he's going to go platinum...and I'm coming along the ride for a much bigger role."
"Oh yes. He says he wants to reach out to space with his ideas even. You know how he is, his imagination is so...fresh and awesome, he can't be held down."
"Hehehe, yeah that's awesome, I'm so happy to hear that! So, wouldya gimme a call when this new place opens up!? I wanna see how it goes an' if it's good, I can spread the word!"
"I would LOVE that darling!"
Miss B gave Felicia a friendly smooch on the forehead, making her giggle happily as James forcefully held back a whimper at whatever lewd intentions had crossed his mind at such an innocent friendship between two very attractive females. He gently asked her:
"So, um, Miss B? Did that guy Gene know anything about how to handle this demon stuff?"
"Aaaaah yes, well...it's QUITE a tricky process that we will have to explain in further detail. See, we're not entirely sure that you're insane dear."
"You have an aura about you, and as a witch I can tell quite easily that you have one, an aura of...darkness."
"Darkness? What are you talking about?"
"What I'm saying is that you might actually be cursed by something. Perhaps you crossed paths with something, or your weapon may be cursed, I mean we're not even sure if it's a DEMON per se or just a cursed aura about it. Ammy might know a thing or two about those things though, she has a much better sense of these things than I do."
"Oooh we should go ask!"
Felicia got up and walked outside to where the wolf statue was, only to come back a little disappointed.
"She's out on her rounds...must be helping Joe home."
"Well we can wait for her to come back, don't worry kitty. Now, James was it?"
"How long have you had those scissors?"
"About...uh...nearly four years I think?"
"And how long have you been feeling...cursed?"
"Since two days ago."
"Aaaah. Well, that narrows things down, the darkness of the Makai Realm's strengthened the curse, made it more able to control you perhaps."
"W-wait...waaaaaaait no there WAS something, someone told me something about darkness!"
"Yeah this...this big red guy with wings, he was grabbing me all over, I tried to fight him off but he just beat me down and pretty much told me all this crap about me not being able to control my darkness."
"Now we're getting somewhere! Did he mention anything specific?"
"Kinda fuzzy remembering it from the beating but...I don't think so."
"Well, if someone knows about this demon you apparently have, maybe you should find him again?"
"Ahhh...I'm kinda not up to facing another curb stomping thanks."
"Well, unless you know anyone ELSE who can give you a second opinion?"
"Well...nnnnno but I mean...god this is doing my head in."
The waitress glanced up towards the door suddenly. With the ghost of a frown, she excused herself.
"Sorry to leave you but I have some business to deal with."
The raptor and the cat girl looked over towards the door in turn to see some rather shady-looking fellows. And by shady, they were literally just that. Shades of little imp-like creatures around 4 feet tall, black as night with yellow eyes and small antennas like bugs.
"I'm sorry dears, but you can't come in. I'm afraid the last time you came here you caused QUITE some trouble, remember?"
The imps seemed to not pay attention to her and tried to shove past her, but Miss B stepped her heeled foot down hard in their path.
"Didn't you hear me!? How rude! I told you, you are not welcome here!"
They looked to each other nonchalantly, emotionless before stepping away slightly to let one of their larger members pass in. A rotund-looking fella with blue armour covering his chest, his fists the size of sledgehammers.
"Oh for devil's sake."
She saw the beast readily swing at the door to smash it in, and immediately jumped back as the imps barged inside to readily monopolise the bar. Miss B was not happy, and made a nod to Gene at the bar. He threw out four fuchsia-coloured guns nonchalantly straight at her. James and Felicia could only stare at the waitress grappling each gun by the hands and the feet, somehow locking perfectly into place against the back of her heels, before readily shooting some of the imps into a puff of nightly ash.
The big guy tried to barge into her, but she jumped expertly over him as it ended up charging towards James and Felicia, who immediately got up with their drinks in their hands and let the beast smash through the table.
"He nearly spilt my milk!"
"No use crying over it darling!"
Amidst the growing chaos, all FG could do was laugh as the joke dawned on him.
"...hahahaha, she's quick, I like her!"
"No time fer jokes, we gotta help her!"
"Oh hell yeah, I'm not gonna miss a bar fight for anything!"
The two eagerly drank as much as they could of their drinks, before slamming the glasses squarely into the heads of the imps, making them disappear as they leapt into action beside Miss B. Felicia got out her claws, while FG unsheathed his scissors. Being in a bar fight with full control over his body was just what the doctor ordered.
"Do you know how to fight, dear?"
"Enough to deal with these guys, sure."
"Alright then. What say we mix things up a little bit?"
She shot at the jukebox, which changed its song to something more upbeat and jazzy. FG laughed at having a better change of pace, before the three soon fought individual groups.
Miss B easily began to rush towards a group of imps, punching out with her guns in glorious spinning pistol whips, interchanging with tremendously stylish kicks with the grace of a ballet dancer. She easily slaughtered five of them within a single spin, despite more coming in to try and crowd her. Big mistake for them, when she killed even more within her assault. Kicking and punching, karate-chopping with handguns, axe kicks combined with brutal pistol-whips. Every single two hits killed an enemy, hitting them frequently enough to stop them from even thinking of punching or slashing her with their tiny arms.
Felicia pounced straight into the action with another group around a pool table, slashing fiercely through the crowd to reach the small safe haven of light that hung above it. Her claws raked within a circular arc repeatedly, with one imp unfortunate enough to be brutally slashed multiple times, before a vicious clawed uppercut sent it through the rafters like a smoke cloud. Upon the table she began to use the pool balls to her advantage, batting them like a cat with a piece of paper, slapping them hard through rows of the beasts that began to fill out the bar floor. Tables were cleared away in the chaos, a writhing black sea of shadows.
FG leapt straight up to the second floor via walljumping, kicking off the stone with a good grip. He reached it before the imps and happily cut down any that came up via the stairs in diagonal slashing motions. Each slash slaughtered one or even two imps when they bunched up, cleaving them in twain. He didn't even have to focus as he spun his scissors back and forth before him, as if trying to make the infinity symbol in mid-air. He slashed through at least thirty of them before he saw some of them clambering over the bannister beside him. With an idea in mind, he kicked a few off the bannister rail, and slid down it with scissors open to his side, decapitating the entire staircase of cloudy demons before reaching the bottom. Soon as he touched the floor, he immediately spun round, the scissors in one hand open-bladed, cutting off many more heads before the day was done.
Miss B was doing far more spins herself when she kicked all of the imps away with a powerful roundhouse kick, and immediately spun herself onto the floor into a strange breakdancing tactic. Putting her feet above her head, she immediately begin shooting in every single direction conceivable. The entire area around her was soon littered with bullets, as well as any imp near her turning into the blackest of swiss cheese to soon become vapours, not able to resist the terror of her bullet ballet. She soon ended this lethal breakdancing with a head spin to let her shoot with her hands, doubling the shots to a faster tremendous volume before pushing herself into the air. Slightly above the crowd of creatures that mindlessly crowded her, she soon kicked ten of their heads off with bullet-filled karate-style kicks, in a violent blast of inky goo-like dust.
Felicia wasted no time in her own little show on the pool table, mrowling cheekily as she made a small spin-swipe to clear the table of balls before striking a rather erotic pose. Hands behind her back, seating on her rear, head high up to the light, lifting a leg towards one imp's head before slamming the heel down brutally onto it. She soon lifted her body with her arms alone to kick out both feet to behind her and slam back two more imps. Then she split her legs to the side and kicked away another couple, and finally sprang herself into the air over the green lampshade of the pool table's light.
Soon, she slammed her thick padded feet onto both corners of one of the table's shorter ends. The entire thing lifted into the air with such force that it began to flip over Felicia, smash the lampshade and threaten to crush her, but she easily rolled herself backwards from harm and watched the entire pool table slam onto the floor, crushing at least twelve of the imps into a deadened puddle.
FG was almost trapped within the sea of black imps, keeping himself in a spinning motion to decapitate them again and again before he leapt back up to the second floor. Unfortunately he didn't realise that they were already amassing themselves up there before landing on top of them. He was soon kicked, punched and clawed from all sides before shoving through them with his large bladesm only to be shoved back by a crowd of them through the bannister to the floor below. Smashing through the bannister, he landed painfully down below and rolled with gritted teeth to back up against the bar. Seeing the drinks, he cried out to Gene who merely stood there with crossed arms:
"GIMME SOMETHING STRONG!"
"Like what?" said the bartender with a disinterested American accent.
"UNGH, VODKA, A BOTTLE OF IT!"
Gene shrugged and tossed him a clear bottle of vodka. The raptor gave it a sniff and grinned at the strength before spreading it across the crowd of demons, like drunken sorority girls at a rave party.
He blasted out a length of fire from his hands, blowing across the back of them to pretend he was actually blowing them from his mouth, and incinerated an entire patch of the bar within seconds. A sudden sea of flames lit up right before him, reducing the demons to a literal pile of ash. Then James somewhat panicked at realising the fire was still there.
The fire would have become a problem if it wasn't for Gene. He leapt over the bar, cracked his knuckles and punched the fire itself with such a powerful visible gravity-bending force, that the flames were suddenly extinguished. Any of the other demons who were in the way of this punch who hadn't been burnt, were immediately destroyed, as if a wrecking ball had slammed into them. James was stunned.
"Next time you do that," said Gene, "yer paying out yer ass for it."
He decided at last to get into the action and began punching imps left and right without breaking a sweat. At first his punches were rather slow but powerful, before speeding up his fists faster and faster, insanely so. His hands blurred like hummingbird wings, pummelling with such brutality before a nasty uppercut sent six of them straight through the roof to dissipate. His iron hand began to glow with a great essence, that shook FG to the soul. Gene soon looked towards the hulking armour-clad brute that had barged inside in the first place. Gene sneered with an almost mythical arrogance.
The beast tried to charge at the bartender but he wasn't having any of that, stepping forwards into the charge and flipping the huge imp off with a single finger, which he then poked it with. As soon as his fingernail touched the beast, as strong and well-armoured as a rhinoceros, it exploded into a huge cloud of ash immediately in front of Gene. The dust did not even dare go past him, and merely floating upwards and away. That was until Gene decided to blow out a single breath for the specks of ash to explode into literal nothingness, popping out of existence like bubbles. James had no words for the awesomeness that had just occurred, even within the light of seeing Miss B and Felicia's own acts. All he could do was keep on fighting his own way, charging back into the fray.
Felicia and Miss B had ended up back-to-back after fighting towards each other, with James and even Gene soon turning into a four-man band of pure death. The fight had been going for at least a solid 40 minutes, and the imps didn't appear to have suffered much in terms of numbers by their multitude.
"How long we gotta keep this up!?" James asked, tense with adrenaline.
"At least until Ammy comes back," replied Miss B inbetween punching shots.
"Whaddaya mean until Ammy comes back!? What's so special about her!?!"
"Believe me, when Ammy's around, things start to get...epic."
Miss B dealt with her crowd of demons by mixing up bullets with martial arts, before getting seriously into the ass-kicking with a sudden wavering of her body. Her clothes stripped away from her to reveal nothing but hair, covering her breasts completely, the dress itself somehow fading into a portal above her head. Just as she began to deliver a piercing side kick tremendously full of stopping power, the portal mimicked her with what appeared to be an entire foot and calf muscle made out of hair and darkness.
It slammed out above her and demolished through the crowd, kicking them right out into the street, the front bar doors smashing straight across the street pavement itself. She wasn't done yet, when those who had survived the battering ram of witch power were soon met with a force from above. Miss B finished the survivors with an axe kick and slammed her foot down to the floor, a portal above her enemies opening up to also deliver the same giant woven high-heeled foot. They were easily crushed like beetles, straight into the stone floor, her clothes soon returning to her to fully cover her once agan.
Felicia handled her own chosen crowd of demons well, seeing some small armoured imps among them who ran about with clanking steps and metallic claws. She charged straight towards them by spinning into a ball and dashing through the sea of imps, before opening up straight into the knight-like faces of blackest night. She wrapped her legs around one of them, pulling her naked self close to the cold body and slashed again and again with her arms turning into a frenzy.
She then quickled pulled the knight back against her and slammed its head into the floor almost like a wrestler would. The other knight she made a series of slashing punches, knee thrusts and side kicks before dealing a furious uppercut so high, that she hit the rafters and slashed across the stone wall into deep gouges. Some of the imp's inky essence became grooved into it. She then spun her way back down by slamming her feet so hard onto the remaining knights' heads, that their armour cracked like eggs and their heads swallowed their bodies to become black half-gaseous puddles.
Gene didn't even care how he was punching. What mattered was that he was punching the everloving fuck out of anything in his sight, every single delivery of his fist was like a shotgun rubbing the nose of an unfotunate foe when the trigger was pulled. Heads literally exploded into black-blood dust with every single knuckle sandwich, limbs broken off with the most nonchalant flicking of his wrists.
He wasn't even REALLY punching half the time but rather just shoving them forwards, his godlike hand glowing with such radiant force that when he actually DID punch with his entire might into another brutish armoured guard, they didn't even fade into a cloud of dust. They literally exploded into nothingness, the tiniest sight of an ash cloud only visible for a second before the ash itself would fade from the overwhelming power of their opponent.
FG decided to show off with his powers and thought to himself of a power that he could use to clear out a whole swathe of enemies. With one in mind, briefly reeling back through his memory, he decided to just say fuck it, and do something crazy. With his newly-learnt powers, he raised his right arm to the sky and felt the nanos slowly converge around it. They soon shone into a radiant sunset orange, covering his scaled flesh within a throbbingly strong arm cannon. He could feel the energy flowing through, charging it up with latent power, his nanos vibrating with such intensity within his arm.
"COME OOOOOOON BABY!"
With a cocky shout, he blasted out a strong charge beam through the enemies straight into the wall, scorching the stone with the plasma-like energy and easily decimating a sea of them within one blast of evaporated ash. He almost didn't see a few of the imps start to leap over their friends to try and attack the squad from above. James tried to shoot upwards but for some reason a quick spell of dizziness took over him when he tried to.
Instead he opted to impale them upon his scissors, throwing it straight up into the air like a dagger as it cleanly skewered through three of them, before falling back down for him to grab. His nanos deconstructed his temporary arm cannon to let him have control of his hand again, feeling that it had outlived its usage for now. The crowd was finally starting to thin out into manageable-looking sizes.
The big boss of it all, an impressively sturdy and lithely tall imp who was at their height armed with two scimitars, began to weave through the crowd towards the four of them, ready to cut them down. Miss B, Felicia and Gene were not impressed, as they clearly stated.
"Oh look, one of these heartless little imps has some toys to play with. And he thinks he's so strong with those cute little muscles."
"Shame this ain't the kind of place for kids to play in huh?"
Miss B faced the sword imp first, who was seemingly better-skilled than his cohorts for certain. But despite its sword-swinging skill, she easily deflected every single attack it made. Every hack and slash that occurred, James watched, fondly remembering his reflex training with Glenn. The lean gun-toting witch deflected every single slash with her handguns as if they were flies, insultingly indifferent.
Soon she managed to shoot out both swords with perfect timing, impaling five imps each with such amazingly precise shots in different directions, before she put her foot behind the imp's head. She shoved its head against her crotch and chuckled delightfully before crushing the head between one leg's foot and the other leg's knee, twisting it hard to make it spin in the air. As it did so, she made several high kicks into the air, juggling the body upwards before shouting out:
"ALL YOURS KITTY!"
She backflipped in mid-air, kicking the muscular imp hard behind her towards Felicia, who happily did the same. She leapt with a wicked uppercut to tear the body to ribbons and began kicking upwards several times higher towards the ceiling, with fierce feline scratches for extra damage. Spinning around in mid-air, she delivered a powerful kick to the imp's kidney area with a cry of:
Hearing his cue, he saw her kick the disarmed sword-wielding imp straight down to him and he eagerly began slashing and stabbing quickly in a flurry of sword strikes, tryying to keep its feet off the ground with the ferocity of his blades. He venomously struck in every single direction he had learnt in basics, both ways horizontal, vertical and diagonal as if slicing an apple eight ways. He decided to be a good sport and hand the reins to the fourth man.
"TAKE IT AWAY GENE!"
Bludgeoning with the blunt side of the scissors right through the imp's side, he sent the body straight towards Gene, who chuckled with a shit-eating grin and eagerly pummelled his next victim repeatedly. The speed of his blows was just far too fast for the human eye to track, appearing to be perhaps once or twice per second, but actually counting to around twenty.
The imp was taking an extraordinary amount of damage before Gene had enough, and punched it straight into the air, leaping upwards to chase the imp before he slammed his fist straight down onto the beast's head. It plummeted like a comet so hard, that the stone floor broke into the ground beneath it, sinking into a crater within the bar.
And just to top it all off, a mighty howl from afar came to their ears, which made all but FG and the imps smile eagerly. The very echo of it made the imps shake with a frightening shiver for creatures so seemingly emotionless. But it made them shiver something deeper, deep within their souls if they had any. Miss B smiled to FG and said:
"You might want to stick to the walls and enjoy the show."
Following her advice, he stood against the walls and waited for a powerfully surging light to appear within the middle of the bar floor. It was a pillar of light that seemed to come from heaven itself. So powerfully filled with the nature of good it felt, that FG almost weeped from its beauty threatening to blind him. Some of the imps literally just exploded from being too near. And in the very centre of it all, when the light began to fade, was a magnificent white wolf. Emblazoned with red paint marks and a strange-looking green plate upon its back, that looked possibly Aztec in its origin to the raptor.
The wolf didn't even need to move, merely growling at the imps who backed off quickly. The plate from the wolf's back moved with its head, slicing back and forth through the crowd, who immediately died within one hit from the holy beast.
The horde was soon fully exterminated within seconds, the wolf soon leaping back and forth from wall to wall, slashing its way through with its strange plate weapon, spinning and slicing. Torrents of ink ran from it to dissipate instantly, even faster than when Gene had punched it out of existence. This wasn't godlike punching, this was GODLY banishment of the demons with a single touch of the wolf's radiance. Soon the place was cleaned out, amidst a rather cluttered mess of tables, bannisters, scorches, broken doors and one crater.
Felicia happily ran towards the wolf with open arms and hugged around its neck, the wolf happily whimpering and licking the kitty's cheek.
"Wait," said FG in a slow realisaton, "you telling me that wolf statue...was alive!?"
"Of course it was silly! You couldn't feel that!?"