Alexander searched for the soul. “Where in Heaven’s name is she?” he questioned, though he knew he was only speaking to himself. Closing his eyes, he focused his energy to find the missing child. He hated children. Their spirits never really listened, not to mention they just ran off without thinking ‘Maybe I should wait for someone.” Rubbing his temples, his concentration broke. “Son of a-“ he paused. Something had disturbed him, but it wasn’t a human soul. Oh no, this was a very different kind of energy. Despite this, he recognized it. It was those damned demons. A low growl escaped his lips. Did they really have to come at a time like this? Couldn’t the damn demon be late or something?
Turning, he prepared himself for battle. Of course, he hadn’t been expecting a girl. Blinking, he moved back a bit, knowing the other would strike. There was a small problem with this; Alexander was not one to enjoy fighting girls, especially those who were demon. They always seemed to play dirty. On top of that, girls just couldn’t fight. He didn’t want to hurt her and seem like the bad guy. So, all he could do was dodge, at least, until he finally got the courage to actually strike.
“Look I don’t have time for this-“ He began, not looking forward to the fighting process. “What do you say you just let me have the girl and I’ll be on my way? I was here first after all.” He tried to reason. His hands were up in defense, ready to attack if the girl actually got close enough to him.
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