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A step back was all it took for the towering demon to turn her attention to him. His knife cluttered down to the floor, the tip diving into the wooden boards and sticking up as it quivered gently though he didn't notice that. A warm wetness spread down his pants from his bladder releasing its contents in hopes of ensuring a better chance at running, his body reacting to the primal urge to run away and hide, light a candle and hope that the oni wouldn't find him.

Instincts that would have certainly served him well had he not just threatened to cut her up if she didn't pay the admittedly stupid amount of protection money they had demanded of her. A blur, a crunch and he was flying out the wall to land in a crumpled heap on the street. All hopes of doing this stealthily were done for, there was no way rumors didn't spread now. As the light of the sun dimmed and the pain of existence began to form in his consciousness, the extorter wondered if he would at least be able to get his last rites done before darkness claimed him.

Within the apothecary was another story. Staring slack jawed at the spot where their companion and leader had been standing and then at the hole on the wall he had left from the brutal strength displayed by the demon, the five remaining brutes did the only thing they could have hoped to think of in such a situation: bum rush the huffing, puffing and slobbering oni.

It went as well as one would expect, all things considered. With her kanabo still askew from the angle of the surprise attack, Angel managed to lift up one of her hands from its handle and grabbed the smaller of the brutes closest to her, clawed fingers curling around his neck, prompting him to clutch and gasp before slapping at her wrist in what was essentially the equivalent of a mosquito stabbing the flesh of an elephant.

Perhaps if they had brought a few knights, a paladin and a priest it could have been a fair fight but as it stood they were doomed to failure the instant they stepped through her door with violent intentions.

Her bicep tensed, drawing the man closer as the oni let loose a roar that deafened him for several seconds, his own mouth open as he screamed back in abject fear. Thus intimidated, Angel curled her arm and flung him at one of his companions, the beefier brute trying and failing to move out of the way before he was bowled over and pressed to the floor beneath the limp, catatonic form of his terrified partner.

"What the fuck!" A sufficiently adequate cry of disbelief, the taller extorter seemingly in denial of the fate he and his compatriots had earned themselves when accepting this job. In the span of seconds he and his had been thoroughly gutted in terms of manpower, a team of six relatively skilled brutes and extorters had entered the apothecary shop and now they were left to three, maybe four if the half-ogre could muster up courage and toss that limp idiot off of him.

It didn't look like things were looking up for them though, and with a glance to the side, the man began to slowly angle himself towards the door. He managed to get an impressive six feet away from it before finding himself unable to feel the floor beneath his boots. Swiftly he flailed and tried to wriggle his way out of her clawed grasp before he was similarly flung at the now single standing half-elf who, blessed by his heritage, did manage to duck and avoid the strike.

This forced Angel to take a more... Proactive approach rather than rely on the brutes to serve as their own weapons. If they were to fight her with brute force, they could wear her down and whittle away at her flesh until eventually they managed to stab and reach something important like her heart. Thus, with her upper arms maintaining a hold of the kanabo, Angel used her lower hands to clasp together and begin channeling. Fire dotted the tips of her horns now, her eyes seeming to glow from deep within until an almost foot long gust of flame rushed out and curled up to give her the appearance of a more traditional demon.

Her bellow was heard all around the city, echoing about as the scrambling half-ogre, half-elf and tiefling spent the last few seconds of consciousness thinking of what they could do to save themselves. All thoughts of unity and camaraderie had been banished and lost the instant their leader disappeared through the wall. It was every man for himself now though the half-ogre had yet to understand the fact.

With a roar of his own, the hulking brute stomped forth and clashed with the much larger oni, hands on her kanabo as he attempted to head butt the woman and failed miserably to so much as dent her focus. In such a position, the fight would have come to a standstill if not for the fact that Angel still possessed another pair of hands she could use. Her channeling interrupted for just a second, the oni stopped her clasping and instead held the torso with savage strength. Her nails were not merely longer but actual claws now digging into the exposed flesh and inadequate armoring of his leather vestments. Blood gushed out of his lips as he grit his teeth and stared into that eternally sneering, grinning face.

"Fuck... You..." A suitable statement for a dead man's last words. The oni snarled and headbutt him in return, sending the man crashing down with several deep furrows carved into the flesh of his ribcage. Each breath was a fluttering, whimpering gasp. Wet chokes were all he could give as blood began to pool out around him.

That left the tiefling as the half-elf had managed to run away, leaving a noticeable trail of urine on the floor and the dusty road, screaming at the top of his lungs about a demon rampaging through the market district.