A-701
"Man, it can't be helped then. I really should've paid more attention to the script." He sighed in defeat while miraculously dodging the shots, zipping around the boxes to take cover before moving to the next shield, cleverly slithering around like an insect. He wasn't using his legs to move around, no, but all four limbs, crawling about creepily with a frustrated grin.
Why did she have to be like this? Okay, sure, he messed up, but still...
"M-Monsters! Forget about it, run!" Shouts could be heard from the dock, the terrorized armed men utterly shocked by the red-haired unarmed demon. He just somersaulted to the sky and posed glamorously, not caring if he got shot at. No, despite having tried to dodge this whole time, the rifles and guns weren't strong enough to punch through his clothes, and ended up bouncing off.
"Ya heard that maggots! Time to scrap the stage and have an improv. I call it... death to traitors!"
A shadow suddenly flashed above him, just as he posed with a twinkle in his teeth. He didn't have the time to gasp before his face turned to shock. "You!?" A black fist suddenly shot right on his chest, pulverizing ribs and pounding him straight into the ground, shattering the ground beneath with a bone crushing CRACK.
"You first." He got up from the rubble and fixed his sunglasses. Raising his fist from the ground, he revealed the spider, his eyes pure white and knocked cold.
"I give you all one job, and you can't even get that right. Worthless." He glanced at the redhaired child and glared as a demon. "You are not another one of their lapdogs. Why are you here?"
