"Chasing Shadows" [ 9:30 PM, Somewhere in the vicinity of Mount St. Helens ] Silver Team Jack walked along the jagged crags littered with plant life, scanning his every surrounding. The only noise in the air was of the songbirds, unaware of the situation. Silver Team was on a beast hunt, and the suspected creatures were Hellhounds, and large, monstrous bats. He looked to the ground, and observed a track. It was twice the size of any dog track, and from what Jack could tell, these ones had nasty claws. He removed the safety of his weapon, and slowly looked around in a circle. The birds fell silent and the sound was replaced by the snapping of a branch and the rush of wing beats. A flash of dark brown glided towards him with alarming speed he turned towards the noise and sprayed bullets towards it, A talon hit against his helmet and scraped his visor. It flew past him into the treeline, concealing itself once again. He took a blue flare gun, pointed it into the air and fired. He yelled. "Target acquired, this one's a mean one!" The creature stared to fly above the treeline, and it was easier to see. [Camazotz] A grotesque bat with sharp talons and a gaping maw, the roughly size of a mule. Iron Talons Boss, as he was called by his allies, sat at the top of a hill, somewhat cloaked by the shade of a boulder he was leaning up against. He looked perfectly content right now, watching a lizard on a rock. He heard the sound of gunshots, and not a few seconds later, he saw a blue flare rise into the air. The followed the blue trail down to the one who cast it, the Field Commander of Silver Team. He pointed down towards it, and looked back at some of his followers behind him. "Oh... Look what the cat dragged in." He turned his head back for a few more seconds, and looked back once more. "Should we go say hello?" Gnaw showed up at the back of the group, and sat down, looking at all of the demons there. Ardent Knights Virick was weaving through a pack of Hellhounds, his blessed silver blade glowing in the light of the setting sun. The blazing hounds charging towards him, a ravenous wave of claws and teeth and flaming breath, broke upon his shield like water upon rock. With a wide swing of his blade, he cleaved two of them, and in an impressive maneuver, four were taken out by a blast of pressurized holy water from a thrown grenade. The rest of the pack kept their distance, slowly circling him as he held a defensive stance. He looked to the skies, and saw a blue flare that could mean only one thing: Silver Team was in the area. He looked around, he saw nobody but him, and the Hellhounds, readying to descend upon him. "Come on you monsters... make a move..." [Hell Hound] A canine creature with strong forelimbs,a tough hide, and fiery breath, twice the size of a St Bernard.