[Shouldn't we avenge him?] the daemon asked.

[Do you want to avenge him?] the half-breed asked back

[No]

[Good. Because we've got bigger fish to fry.]

Martha and Ricardo both punched the daemon in the chest, followed by a projectile which tore through its side. The half breed moved out of the way of his fallen comrade. The daemon shook his head, grunting as it stood up on its feet.

"Two daemon entering their white phases." Ricardo spat, "Just our day."

"Kill them fast." Martha said. "As always."

"Couldn't agree more."

Ricardo pulled his arm back and struck the air with a clenched fist. It was followed immediately by a force that pushed the daemon a few meters back. Martha moved close up and uppercut the daemon, kicking the half-breed away. Jacquez snapped his fingers, causing three yellow spheres to appear in front of him. The spheres fired in random directions, ricocheting of the places it landed. The daemon managed to avoid all but one, which shaved it shoulder clean off. Before the daemon could react, Martha landed on its back, locking its arms with a legs while elbowing the daemons head. She jumped off it, somersaulting in the air to avoid all its attempts to swipe at her. Ricardo landed a hit squarely on the daemons chest, which was followed by a second impact that tore a hole straight through its body, crushing its core. The daemon fell to the ground.

A barrier formed immediately as the half-breeds fist tried to slam into Ricardo. The half-breed left back and made a dash for it.

"Come back here!"

"Stop!" Martha said, "Its mine."

"You sure?" Ricardo asked. Martha glanced at him as blue flames sprouted from her body.

"Watch me!" She said. With tremendous energy, she dashed at the half-breed. The half-breed, noticing her, began to throw cars at her, maintaining its speed. Martha stopped abruptly, sidestepping out of the way of the first car and ducking to the next. Martha jumped up, using her flames to melt through the third car, rolling on the ground and resuming her chase.

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"Damn..." Bree stood in awe.

"Yeah." Ricardo said, "I know, right?"

The half-breed grit its teeth in annoyance. Standing its ground, it began to charge up a vestorer in both of its open palms. It flung them at her, the two projectiles sailing through the air like boomerangs. Martha dodged the first vestorer as it zipped past her, exploding in a building. She caught the second vestorer and clasped her fist, destroying it.

The half-breed dashed at her, catching her off-guard. The half-breed hit her across the street with its tail firing a vestorer right after. Seeing the attack, Ricardo rushed over to a car, ripping of its doors. He flung one of them at Martha, who caught it and landed a few meters away from her other team mates. The vestorer hit the car door, pushing Martha backwards. Just as the half-breed was about to land a hit on her, Ricardo countered its fist with his own, sending a double impact through it hand, cracking it. The half-breed howled, staggered backwards. Immediately, a valley of beams rammed through the half-breed. The half breed fell to its knees, defeated. Martha moved forward, checking its status.

"Is...is it dead?" Bree asked.

"Wait for her to find out." Jacquez said, "Daemon entering their white phase don't always have their cores in their chest."

"Oh...okay."

"Stay on guard."

"Its blood..." Ricardo noticed, "Its red."

Martha saw it to but said nothing. She walk past the two inquisitors, grabbing the phone off of Bree.

"This is Martha speaking, we have captured a half-breed. Requesting pick up in front of the Shield base. Over and out." She handed the phone back to Bree and sat down on the truck.

"Now we wait." Martha said.

The half-breed groaned on the ground. These inquisitors were powerful, too powerful, especially the girl. If he moved a muscle, that would be the end of his puny existence. Patience was the key, but it would be his downfall if he waited for too long as well. What to do....what to do....what to do indeed. One false move and he'd be dead. The man with the lens eyes was watching the slightest of his movements.

An idea came to mind. It was dangerous, but it was worth a try. Swiftly, it zoomed past Martha, aiming for the Shield agent. As expected, The one called Jacquez was already aiming at him. The woman was coming up from behind. Charging up a vestorer in its left hand, it thrust the hand at Bree, ready to incinerate him.

Only it didn't.

The half-breed's left arm went down, slamming into the ground, sending a massive shockwave sending the four humans back. The half-breed repeated the attack, slithering through the cracks and into the sewer.