Epsil shrugged. "Oh he's here. If it's who I'm thinking it is, he's here." He wasn't going to bother explaining that statement. Perhaps they'd all figure out when the broadcaster was found. The girl with the katana from earlier seemed upset that nobody was getting along and disappeared inside the nearby library. Epsil chuckled again as Carlos threw his arm around Devynne. "Good job mate, you're about to lose a limb," he said nonchalantly, turning around to face the other two. "Alice, and Zayne, right? What do you two wanna do? All party up and be kickass or what?" His smiled at them, somewhat genuine this time. He still looked pretty insane.
The boy didn't even flinch when Alice called out in warning. The demon charged through the wall, tossing debris with it. Epsil calmly punched a chunk of bricks out of the way, his face deadly serious. "I'm getting real tired of this shit," he growled, taking advantage of Carlos staggering the demon. Before anyone else could react, Epsil was already sailing through the air, a bolt of grey cloth. He spun, throwing as much for as possible into his leg.
He hit the ground with a shower of blood. The top half of the demon landed nearby. "These guys are fragile for how big they are," Epsil noted, still looking and sounding very angry. He looked at Carlos. "No, they've always been here but something's agitating them. We need to leave now, before the real mean ones leave. If you have supplies around town, I'll gather them and meet back up with you. Unless someone absolutely insists on coming with me, that is," he said, sounding authoritative and sane, completely unlike his previous insane self.
Yet his eyes still sparkled with the light of insanity.