"Well the day just seems determined to get worse and worse" Ren thought darkly as she tightened the bandaged on her forearm, stemming the flow of tar colored blood that flowed from the fresh bite wound. A few more wraps and the stained bandages were hidden under a layer of fresh ones and her illusion was once again complete. Who was she maintaining appearances for? Even she could not say as of yet. These quiet woods were usually perfect grounds for the practice of spell circles, with holy ground almost within site, and dense trees that made it hard for most demons to navigate by air a prepared caster could make a quick retreat if something went wrong. Yet here she was, crouched low among the dense brush with a chunk missing from her arm and a caster that was wearing a rather disconcertingly blank expression.
A black barked spruce kept the pair out of sight and the smell of Ren's own black blood covered that much more subtle and sweet scent of Will's all to human blood. Pulling a far to big, and quite badly tailored, shirt around his small frame Will looked up at Ren with wide hazel eyes. There was a general agreed upon silence between the pair but seeing the panic in the child's eyes Ren took a moment to ruffle Wills muddy blonde hair. Both jumped and froze in place as the air stirred and another dark shape passed by over head. A deep frown marked the rapid thoughts that spilled in Ren's mind, they had to get moving quickly it was only a matter of time before some hungry demon sniffed them out, and in his weakened state Ren could not draw fresh power from Will or ask him to cast a circle of hiding without risking him further. Her silent musings were broken by the sharp crack of a gun. Several more sounded and with careful ears Ren considered their distance. Academe students most likely, the occasional scream was concerning but their presence gave her an idea.
"You ready?" she asked her voice a bit deeper than one might have expected. Will didn't speak an answer but gave a quick nod straightening up he lifted up a large old tome from where it had been wrapped in his arms and stuck it into the small pack that Ren carried before clambering up onto her back himself. On tired feet Ren dodged out of the thick brush and was off running with her own worries and Will's fears nipping at her heels and driving her forward. Being barely eight Will hardly weighed the demon down even in her reduced state, but even so there was a tiredness to her movements that betrayed the toll the fight had taken on her. As they got close Ren slowed down, it wouldn't do to run straight up to the group and run the risk of surprising them. Now just out of sight Ren approached with heavy slow steps hoping that they would hear her first, at the very least so it wouldn't seem like she was trying to sneak up and ambush them. Finally in full sight Ren awkwardly cleared her throat and shifted dark eyes from one person to the next.
"Peace to you slayers."