- Seijiro held a steady, unwavering gaze as the hunter spoke. He couldn't quite understand why her words seemed so cold. He figured she would be overjoyed at the idea never to see him again, but he wondered from her tone of voice if she wanted something slightly different. Seijiro gave a mental sigh. He would never understand humans, much less female humans.
Seijiro snorted as he followed the hunters out of the building with Ryner at his right side. "You've learned nothing if you think I would die so easily," he said, a hint of teasing arrogance mixed with his tone. One of the things he did take pride in was his endurance. He'd taken some serious hits in the past, plenty that would have been fatal to a human, but he'd always managed to come out on top.
Once out on the street, Seijiro broke into a swift sprint. Ryner immediately followed suit. Seijiro liked that about Ry; they'd known each other so long that he didn't even have to even look at Ryner to convey his thoughts. The scenery blurred by, going from crowded back streets to abandoned buildings on the west side of town, and it wasn't long before he could pick up the stench of demons. The scent wasn't localized, but spread about the area as if they'd been lingering here for a couple of weeks or more. Seijiro pulled up short as he rounded the corner that brought them to the worst area in downtown: Ruffian's Row. Ruffian's Row was infamous for housing some of the worst criminals on the streets. From drug dealers to murderers to thieves, this place had it all.
"What a wretched stench," Ryner muttered covering his nose with the palm of his hand. Seijiro nodded mutely and cast a glance toward his friend. He seemed pretty calm and relaxed at first glance, but Seijiro could see his eyes flaming with a murderous intent. He really couldn't blame Ry, he was ready to ring a couple of necks himself. "Let's not waste time here," Seijiro said shortly as he moved forward into the area. With each step the shadows that the buildings cast in the twilight expanded, covering the streets and the buildings in the nearby area like a layer of transparent film. Those shadows created a sort of mental map for Seijiro to follow: it followed the contours of the land and alerted him to the presence of anyone who was standing on top of them.
"Southwest," Seijiro murmured softly. "Currently there are five of them. Three demons, two humans." "Are they the ones?" Ry hissed under his breath. "Most likely. If they aren't, I certainly imagine they can point us in the right direction." Seijiro looked up to meet Ryner's eyes and he nodded in silent agreement. Seijiro stepped forward first, and after several more twists and turns, rounded the corner to the alley containing the demons.