[No one needs to explain that it's a bad thing the demons have started to filter through the woods as they are now, and it only seems worse within the city, so far as Jacques can see. He nocks another arrow into his bow gun once he's settled into a good position, the motion familiar enough that he can do so as he continues to look over the area.
Nothing seems to be within immediate range that it would be trouble for him, and anything else was already engaged-
The faint keening of his feathery friend has him glance back, first to the light brown eagle before he looks out amongst the smaller skirmishes. He catches the glint of a blade, and once one demon is cleared by it, Jacques has a good glimpse of the lone fighter, his eyes widening.
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Nothing seems to be within immediate range that it would be trouble for him, and anything else was already engaged-
The faint keening of his feathery friend has him glance back, first to the light brown eagle before he looks out amongst the smaller skirmishes. He catches the glint of a blade, and once one demon is cleared by it, Jacques has a good glimpse of the lone fighter, his eyes widening.
So it seems he's not alone here after all...]