Scene #7133: The Motocross Troll

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Vergil	The Twin Hills Motocross Track is a fenced area in the woods near the town of the same name. Here, a beaten dirt road weaves between the trees, over mounds and through streams. It's slightly dishevelled, looking as if it has not seen much use in recent years. Having been acquired by a merging of real estate companies, no one quite knows what to do with it, and no one is willing to invest money to renovating it, so now it picks up tiny profits from local enthusiasts until it becomes too run-down to continue operation. However, reports of a hulking mass chasing and attacking those who use it has loosened pockets some. No one wants to be the Mayor from Jaws, keeping things open when a monster is on the loose. But they obviously don't want to pay too much, so that's why Tony Redgrave is on the job. He's there waiting for everyone at the track entrance, but he's not alone. With him is an older woman, clad in a leather apron over faded, torn denim jeans and a tube top that says 'Foxy' on the back in glitter. A cigarette hangs from her lips as she tightens a bolt on an ancient-looking, crummy dirtbike. "Welcome to the party," Tony says with a smile. "I wish I could say I prepared some dazzling entertainment for you all, but..." He turns and regards the rusted bikes. "Nell, couldn't you have, y'know, put some zazz on these for our guests?" The old woman looks at the arriving crew and sniffs. "If'n they wanted a decent ride, they can pay me for one. You're lucky I even came out for the chump change you're givin' me!" Tony rubs the back of his head. "Ladies and gentlemen, Nell Goldstein. Don't let her cantankerous act fool you; she's playing nice for you all, normally she's worse." This quip draws a scoff from the woman as she relights her smoke, heedless of the oil staining her gloves. "Our prey hides out there apparently," Tony continues, pointing at a dirt bridge that forms the roof of an earthen tunnel that makes up part of the track. "I've scouted it, found some bones, but nothing hungry. I'm guessing the sound of engines calls it forward for some reason, so I got Nell to set us up." He slaps the worn, torn seat of one of the dirtbikes. "These things have speed and noise, but not much else. Won't break my heart if you smash 'em as long as the job gets done." He mounts a bike in a single smooth motion and revs the engine, sending a plume of exhaust into the air as he takes his great gothic sword off his back and holds it, driving the bike with his free hand. His cry of "Let's gooooooo!" is almost drowned out by the engine as he drives along the track.
Corona Arclite	Corona Arclite stares at the loaners that way a mechanic does just waiting for one piece or another to ominous drop off. Lure the fiend out, sure. But if they end up having to fight the thing on the move? Not gonna cut it. "No 'ffense, but Ah reckon Ah'll stick to my own," the vixen drawls as she turns and strolls back to the beast of a bike she arrived on. ( https://drive.google.com/open?id=1sHtvJBbvDhMf1gXXy-zyYcI8qG4qHtT- ) "It's made fer this sorta off-road monster bounty rigamaroll." She mounts up and revs, the lights flickering on to illuminate the 'eyes' of the feralistic front detailings. Fumes flare from the exhausts brightly and she takes off after the lead.
Lilian Rook	Lilian Rook has never ridden a motorcycle in her life. Honestly, she hasn't had any interest either, and expects she never will. It's very macho. Very loud. Very fifty years ago. Her interest here is very specific, and it's probably obvious to the man himself: Tony Redgrave. It hadn't been tremendously easy to find an occasion, after all. Having heard all about 'dress for the slide, not the ride', for once, Lilian has toned down her general level of dress and reluctantly decided to appear wearing her second year combat suit, albeit only the barest underlayer, without any hardpoints or armour pieces, amounting to little more than a slightly thick grey/black bodysuit broken up by fine lines of glassy material and studded with bared silver mounting plugs. Helmets are for losers. At least she tied her hair back, with the absurdly pretty supergold comb and white gold lily hair clip. "That's fine." is her take on shitty bikes. "I'm not exactly a motorcycle enthusiast. Of course I know how to ride a bike, but this doesn't exactly demand 'sick stunts', does it?" she says, fully well knowing Tony will probably do it anyways. "I understand that it's for the matter of the monster predominantly responding to engine sounds, but it's a matter of principle. I'll reimburse if mine winds up destroyed." Mounting up, she revs the least jury rigged-looking bike a couple of times experimentally. "You didn't specify, about the bones. Animal bones? Large or small? There haven't been human fatalities, have there?" Lilian then adds, before taking off, something entirely inappropriate for someone ostensibly showing up for 'contract work'. "Oh, and if you can answer me something at the end, I'll throw in a considerable bonus for your time."
Metal Sonic	The metal hedgehog rubs its nose in impatient boredom at Tony's explanation, clearly unamused. Fewer words could have been used to get the entire point of their objective across, though most people tend to be overly wordy. There's a silent nod once the Demon hunter finishes talking, followed by Metal Sonic just stopping in front of their ride. It genuinely feels insulting, both in terms of construction and the fact they're suppose to ride it. They disappear in a flash, reappearing with an extremely cheap but flashy sticker in hand which they promptly slap on to the death trike. It really don't make it any less insulting, but it looks maybe a bit cooler. Enough to cushion the blow to their ego, at the very least. After that, they're seated, and promptly hit the pedal to follow alongside the group.
Vergil	Nell whistles at the sight of Corona's ride. "Now that's a beaut. What are you doing slumming with the likes of him?" she asks, jerking her head towards Tony. The man scoffs and revs his engine, before looking to Lillian. "Both. Found at least one human femur. No one has filed a missing person's report as of yet, but it was recent. Probably got its hands on a vagrant. But most I found were from deer, squirrels..." And then, in response to her offer of a bonus, he smirks and winks. "I can already tell what you're going to ask; yeah babe, I'm available." Nell just kind of boggles as Metal Sonic 'customizes' the trike she threw together as a joke before mounting it. "Hah! You get 'em lil' fella," she says, giving him a pat on the head before they all go screaming off. It's a fairly easy ride up to the bridge. There's a bit where the ground is uneven, making the bikes wobble and the bad suspensions mean every jolt goes right into the rider. But then it's a smooth turn and they're coming up on the bridge. Crossing over it... and then nothing. They carry on, coming up to the downhill curve that would loop them around to the tunnel under it. And then, in a flurry of smoke and fire, it emerges. The great gaping maw with massive tusks, the pallid grey skin and the beady black eyes truly live up tot he descriptor of 'troll.' But what might first be mistaken for bony spines jutting from his back are in fact mufflers and exhaust pipes. It runs on all fours, but its hooves terminate in ragged black wheels that peel on the ground, kicking up earth as it speeds along to meet the riders in what would assuredly be a lethal impact. But theres aren't just any motocross enthusiasts. Tony pulls his bike into a slide, going right under the demon and firing off multiple shots into its underside. "Woo-hoo!" he shouts, making it look like the easiest thing in the world. There's plenty of room to drive around the monster, but that would mean going off-road into the woods, or ploughing through the barrier that maintains some level of safety around the track.
Corona Arclite	"Work's work," Corona replies to Nell with a chuckle as she motors off. The uneven portion of the track does little to bother her. Just makes her glad she stuck with using her own ride. With that angled tread replacing a front wheel and reinforced one in the back the Chupacabra crunches right over it. Around the turn, over the bridge... nothing at first... No there it is. And boy is it ugly. Though the pipe protusions and wheeled limbs explains why it's been terrorizing a motorcross track. "Do all demonic critters around here theme themselves like that?" she muses, though it's likely no one hears her over the roaring engines and monster sounds coming after them. Corona veers her cycle off the main track and up the safety embankment with little difficulty, chips of terrain being spat out from under the front treads as she does so. One hand on the handlebars to keep reving the engine, while the other draws her oversized handgun and sweeps sideways to aim at the offroader troll. "Yippy ka aye ya, motorfragger!" A loud retort fires the high caliber round into the troll's side.
Metal Sonic	Metal Sonic is patted on the head before he leaves. He'll remember this. When the day of reckoning comes and the Eggman Empire reigns supreme, they'll rue the day they treated them like a kid. Only Robotnik has the right to do that, and it's a very grudgingly given right. The weird half troll, half vehicle monstrosity reveals itself to the group, and immediately the robotic hedgehog does a hard turn, driving the horrible Frankenstein Trike towards it. There's almost palpable pettiness in their next action, as they jam the pedal on the machine so that it keeps going, before abandoning it all together to let it kamikaze into the massive troll. Rather than hitting the pavement and tumbling around like a rag doll though, Metal Sonic is clearly floating above the ground, the turbine in their chest roaring to life as they easily begin circling around the Mototroll's (Motroll? Cyctroll?) limbs in an attempt to establish dominance.
Lilian Rook	Lilian has a big emphatic eyeroll for Tony, assuming, likely correctly, he's giving her that line just for the sake of being incorrigible, but her mood remains serious, or rather becomes more so, at the mention of a human death. "I see." she says, flat and level. "So whatever it is, it's not something worth bothing to reason with, even in the unlikely eventuality it turns out to be capable of it." She's made up her mind on that. The course being easy enough doesn't give her any trouble. A motorbike --even a dirt cheap clunker-- isn't all that dissimilar from a regular one that you don't bother pedaling, and even if she'd never done it since learning, the adage about not forgetting how to ride a bike applies to Lilian well enough. She takes it at a middling pace, given how ungodly loud the engine is on purpose, not expecting to need to gun it, but not wanting to be so conservative that it isn't enough. And it doesn't take long for their target to show up anyways. "What is-- are you familiar with that?" she yells over the prattling of the engines, her stare clearly drawn up to the muffler extrusions at first glance. "That's not a normal kind of demon or monster or whatever. Why is it motocross themed?" A question that'll likely go without being answered. At that point, while she still has a head start, Lilian slams the brakes leaps off the bike and kicks it to one side, letting it skid off into the woods and up against a tree with less damage than it'd suffer getting tangled up in a fight by far (well, with her as the rider anyways). Where her feet touch the ground, tiny waves of black static wash outwards, and then she doesn't come back down again. A faint, inky contrail followers her as she accelerates well ahead of the 'troll' again, trusting her personal flight much more than her ability to ride a motorbike. She can go backwards well enough following the track by spacing herself from the edges as it turns. It lets her focus her energy down the length of her arms, tiny conduits flashing red, and concentrate it between her hands into a churning, red and black ball of fire, which she releases over several seconds as a sustained, heavy barrage of dagger-like black firebolts, pouring dozens of blasts into the hulking monster's frame, mostly aiming for the face and shoulders.
Vergil	Corona's shot gores the troll, tunnelling through and causing him to spill oil and blood both. Metal Sonic's trike rams entirely into its face, getting tangled in his massive teeth and forcing him to brake in order to swat it out of his mouth with a wheel. But this only leaves him open for the spray of fireballs Lillian throws at him, causing him to recoil and flail when some oil leaking from his form bursts into flames with a pungent smoke. "Take it from me as an expert in this buiness; demons don't make a lot of sense, so don't try to make sense of them," Tony explains to Lillian, now lazily reclining on his bike that is propped up on its stand. The demon growls, and in a surprising display, begins to speak. "Humans... think themselves fast with their toys. But none are faster than I! I have augmented my body to surpass them and their machines. With each one I eat, I claim their mount as a trophy, to make myself faster still!" He charges at Tony, trying to swat Metal Sonic aside on his way, but the demon hunter casually pulls the throttle on his bike as he turns it as far as he can. It spins, pulling him with it to just get out of the way by inches. "So you've been getting fat not just on meat, but on a diet of rubber and chrome too huh?" Tony stands upon his handlebars and revs the bike with his heel as he draws his sword. "Well then, let's see what dies faster. You, or my interest in what you have to say. C'mon!" He guns the engine with his foot, and he and the demon charge at each other. He's goading the demon. All eyes on him. That leaves everyone else a chance to take advantage of his tunnel vision.
Corona Arclite	So it eats the drivers and incorperates the bikes into itself. "Now that's just weird." Demons, go figure. But you know, that also gives her an idea. Corona pulls a skidding turn to do so quickly and revs back towards the mototroll while it's honing in on Tony. Followed by engaging the auto-drive and then Corona hops up to stand atop the machine in a crouch. The handcannon is holstered, so she can pull an oversized augmented wrench out of her inventory instead. As the outlander cycle passes alongside the troll Corona leaps off, aiming to land on the behemoth's back. And then gets to work as an engineer should with her wrench, trying to pry off or disable what she can. Sabotage the machinery the troll has been augmenting itself with. I never said it was a -sane- idea. Sanity is overrated.
Lilian Rook	"Ahh, perfect. That's what I'd been hoping for~" Lilian crows when her sustained barrage of faerie fire causes the 'troll' to burst into flame. It'd been an informed guess derived from seeing the motorbike parts all over it. "These vehicles are awfully flammable, aren't they? Filled with oil and gasoline, and made of so many conductive metal parts too!" "I don't mind if you look down on them, but don't get so full of yourself just because you can surpass something as trivial as something with handlebars and brakes." Granted she's never seen anyone make a motorbike doing anything remotely like what Tony puts his through. The demon is also currently occupied with him pissing it off and dancing around its blows in the process of popping wheelies, so she has a very juicy opening, which she intends to take advantage of. Reversing her vector, Lilian swerves to the side when the 'troll' comes barreling at Redgrave, landing herself atop the roadside barrier with both feet precisely in line, using it as an anchor to come to a rapid stop, then launch off of it at the demon from behind, sending the cheap fencing flying off into the woods and wrapping around a tree. Closing in, she angles herself down and hits the ground just behind it in a diving slide, kicking one leg out from beneath it in a fashion that'd snap a human leg right off. As she comes out in front of it, she plants her hand down and spins completely around, sweeping both shins at the same time to send it toppling forward instead of onto its back. Gathering energy into her arms and core, the air even vibrating around her, she straightens up like a snapped spring, driving an uppercut into its midsection, and then throwing repeated, thundering punches into it, seeking to juggle it overtop of her at a level height, with blow after blow of explosive force.
Metal Sonic	The troll tries to brush Metal Sonic to the side after proclaiming that it's the fastest thing here. That doesn't stand well with the robotic doppleganger one bit, slowing down just to parkour over the demon's appendage as it swipes towards them. How dare they also throw a half hearted attack while giving the others more proper attention as well. It's reached a boiling point where they can no longer stay silent, their massive ego now under fire by this blatant disrespect. "None faster than you? As the true fastest thing alive, this is nothing more than a brisk jog. So either step it up or fall behind, troglodyte." Despite the complete lack of facial features, it's pretty clear they're sneering at the literal speed demon. Not being one to bark loudly without accompanying it with some bite, Metal Sonic goes back to harassing the troll in a physical manner. They could easily fly up onto the creature's back, but they make it a point to actually physically climb and maneuver up its techno organic body, clawing into muscle and grabbing onto greeble until they're standing where they need to be. There's a low thrumming sound as the turbine in their chest begins glowing pink, before it suddenly fires out a concentrated beam across the monster's backside.
Vergil	The battle between the speed demon and Tony becomes a complicated dance of the massive brute lashing at the demon hunter, giving chase across the track and through the forest, all while Tony avoids him with some frankly artful stunt driving. Every now and again he takes some pot shots with his dual handguns or a swipe with his sword, but he seems perfectly content with playing the bait. Corona leaps upon the troll's back and begins working on all the parts that jut from them. It'll take a bit of parting of its hard flesh, but those exhausts are absolutely connected to things that can be unscrewed or smashed. He howls with every bit removed, going on his front wheels as he bucks to try and dislodge the engineer. But because of this, when Lillian comes down with the vicious kick on the back of his legs, he buckles and falls back forward, landing on his front limbs hard to support his weight. And then she sweeps those, leaving him tumbling, but she catches him with her fists, launching a mighty series of blows that sends him skywards. It is then that Metal Sonic speaks and strikes. Tony whistles. "He can talk!" By clinging on to the demon, he is launched too when Lillian sends him skywards. It can only feel the machine's claws sink into him as he moves across his form, hear the thrumming of his chest turbine before it fires, that pink laser blasting him to the forest floor. An audible wet splorch indicates the beam bore right through. Silence reigns, and it seems like he might be done. But a mighty gout of nitrous flame erupts from his crater, smoke and sparks issuing from every part of him, black eyes burning red as he revs up his wheels. "ENOUGH! If I cannot be the fastest thing alive... I will surpass all my limits in death! AND TAKE YOU ALL WITH ME!" Tony smirks, and dismounts from his bike, tapping his sword on his shoulder. "All comes down to this huh? Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, last play of the game..." He spreads his legs and holds his weapon like a baseball bat. "Okay big guy. Let's PLAY BALL!" The demon roars, and charges forward at surpassing speed. Flames catch the canopy as he crosses the distance, turning himself into a living incendiary. He means it; he'll die here if he can prove his speed superior.
Corona Arclite	The thick demon hide slows Corona down a bit but it doesn't stop her from unhooking and breaking off what she can. She just happens to get her wrench clamped onto an excessively stubborn component at the same time as the mototroll bucks about. Which is a good thing as she looses her footing but not her grip, and ends up dangling from the wrench on the fiend's backside while he's thrasing and then tumbling. Then swing around it the other way when Lillian slugs the beast into the air. "Ah reckon this a good time to get off this hellspawn rodeo." Corona manages to get a foot planted against the mototroll again if only long enough to push and dislodge her wrench. So she topples off just before Metal's laser slams the beast back towards the ground. It's okay, she has an emergency glider for just such occasions! The vixen hits the ground, leaving a few more bits scattered about as the makeshift glider wings crumple with the landing and she shrugs off the remains. Beats getting plowed back to earth like the demon. Which somehow still gets back, and charging with it's body already burning. "Tch. Nevah know when t'stay down, do they?" What do you do now? When in doubt, get a bigger gun. Corona pulls a different device from her inventory, machinery expanding into place as she slams it down to anchor into the ground. It's more the size of a small turret by the time she actually swings it towards the charging demon and kicks the firing lever. The turret kicks as it fires a large harpoon afixed with chain for lack of better words, aimed to spear the beast and lock tight to keep it from reaching it's intended victim.
Metal Sonic	Metal Sonic skids down the demon after unleashing their energy payload, seemingly unconcerned with the rather lethal blow it just dealt. Despite not wearing clothes, they dust themselves off, patting themselves on the back mentally on a job well down. And then it gets back up, claiming that it's going to drag them all to hell in a massive crybaby fit because it can't be the best. It prompts Metal Sonic to turn around and bow in a rather taunting manner, and also, strangely like Eggman. "You can surpass as many limits as you want. But at the end of the day, you'd just be chasing my shadow. For you see, I /am/ speed." A perfectly constructed comeback to truly put the beast in their place. It may sound like a corny badly dubbed anime line, but it's anything but. The time for words and theatrics are over now though, and now is the time for reckless endangerment. Deciding to face the troll head on in its last desperation attack, the robotic hedgehog rolls itself up into a ball, spinning himself in place to pick up speed before moving forward at alarming speeds in an attempt to slam through them like a cannonball.
Lilian Rook	Given that she'd gotten and taken her perfect opportunity wholesale, Lilian slips out of the way immediately when the hulking monster comes crashing back down, turning and regaining distance in a single, efficient motion (and shaking off her hands slightly from punching a huge slab of muscle and metal really hard really fast over and over). "What a bizarre thing to die for." she responds, casual and airy, but not taking her eyes off the cornered demon. "Mind you, after you'd eaten a human, it was already too late --I was going to kill you anyways. Still, in this situation, is that all you can think of? Not survival, not revenge, but just proving you're faster? Since you spoke, I assumed you had at least semi-human intelligence, but maybe I was wrong." Even saying that though, Lilian isn't just going to smugly stand in the way. It's a suicide attack, from an enemy with nothing to lose, and those are always nasty. In return, it's not like she has anything to prove herself. Before it can pick up enough speed to take her off guard, she launches herself upwards, halts in mid-air, draws her hands around in two half circles, and channels dual trails of black and gold, contracting together in multiple interlocking layers. Grasping and twisting the arcane linchpin to the array, she unleashes a heavens-down volley of coruscating, visually 'popping' black-gold beams of mystery energy, indiscriminately pounding the terrain from the troll to just before Tony, saturating the whole charging line instead of aiming and potentially missing due to its speed. Anything touched by the rays is shredded and blown apart in a manner of solid matter scattering like TV static, thoroughly ruining the run down motocross course until several tons of dirt can be shoveled into the crater at a later date.
Vergil	Tony does not hop away. He stands his ground, waving his sword as the demon barrels towards him. Does he seriously plan on taking it head-on like a baseball pitch?! Corona's harpoon finds its mark and the chain goes taut. The turret holds just barely, pulling the demon to a stop a breath from Tony's nose. "NO! NOOOO! I WILL NOT BE DENIED!" His flames burn brighter, turning blue as he strains against the restraint, the links creaking ominously. Lillian takes to the skies and fires a barrage of magic downwards. Several exhausts are blasted apart, other blasts managing to spear right through and ignite something important. The demon ruptures from within, multiple small combustions blowing open holes in his form and dramatically reducing his speed. "GRAAAAAH!" Metal Sonic is cold and efficient as opposed to the demon's fiery braggadocio. And on this day, that wins. He spin-dashes into the demon's face, drilling through molars, then flesh and muscle and metal as he bores all the way through, sending a splash of fluids all over. Tony, being right in front, gets a face full as Metal Sonic essentially butterflies the demon. "Game called due to rain huh?" Tony quips as he puts his sword on his back again. "But hey, that was damn stylish how you all handled him. Thanks for the help." He gives everyone the finger guns and that weird clicking sound that must accomidate finger guns as Nell wanders over. "Ugh, it reeks. Though, getting a face full of his guts has only improved how you look Tony," the old lady says with a smirk. Tony rolls his eyes and rubs his face with his hands to get as much off as possible, before putting them through his hair to get a chunk of flesh out. And in that instant, with his hair slicked back by blood, he looks very much like someone else. Just replace the red coat with blue, and the massive Western sword with a sleek Eastern one, and he would be a dead-ringer for another swordsman out there, another with a special interest in demons. "So hey, what was that question you wanted to ask me?" asks Tony of Lillian, while wearing the face of Vergil.
Corona Arclite	Corona Arclite takes several steps back as the chain groans with the tension and the ground starts to crack apart from the anchors straining against it. They eventually give, but it's at about the same time that the troll is being bombarded by the others so the contraption did it's job. That's the end of that. Nell's right though. It stinks something nasty. "Times like this Ah'm glad it's my hearin' that's highly advanced an' not my nose." All the same she's holding the wrench she was using at arms length, while fumbling with her other hand to retrieve a large sack from her inventory. Both the wrench and the remains of the harpoon turret are tossed inside. Followed by it being tied up double knots. "Pro'ly gonna have t'burn these." A few taps at her arm device and her cycle comes speeding back to her. Corona grabs the front and lifts it up to toss the bag into the 'mouth' and some storage compartment within, then slaps the head back down before climbing on. Gives a tip of her hat towards Tony. "Anytime, pardner." Corona revs the cycle, kicks up a bit of dirt as she swings it around and motors off into... well, it's past sunset but you get the idea. Typical Cowboy Exit.
Metal Sonic	The blue blur lands after effectively flaying the demon, covered in viscera. Small patches of paint across its body are either peeled off to reveal bare metal, or bubbled up to the point where one could easily scratch it off. Other than the superficial damage though, they're surprisingly intact. "Metal Sonic. Remember that name in Hell." They rub their nose one last time, before ultimately leaving the group. The job is done, and there's nothing else to be said. There's also the concern that he might be charged for maliciously destroying that poor trike, and while he doesn't care, he'd rather avoid the nagging before it happens.
Lilian Rook	Lilian is pretty glad she took a distant aerial position, because the excessively gorey way that Metal Sonic had chosen to take on the demon exactly something she would revile being stood in the splash zone like Tony is. Only when that's all over does she come down, making sure to daintly avoid stepping in any blood, despite what she's wearing. Watching the others leave, she only just now hears the former's name, immediately recognizing the comparison to Silver Sonic, and thinking out loud "Oh, so that's why there was a robot porcupine thing here." But business first. The real reason she'd come here. There might've normally been a period where she'd think over what exactly she's going to ask Tony, in precise terms, but that time has long passed the instant he clears his hair. Loading ten thousand credits onto a card and holding it out between two fingers, she looks him dead in the eye, and asks: "What relationship do you have with a certain someone named Vergil?"
Vergil	Tony regards Lillian for a long moment as she asks her question. His eyes go from her face to her card then back. There is, for that pregnant pause, not a single trace of a joke in his eyes, not even a ghost of a smile on his face. For a moment, he is a man haunted by something. And then he grins and says, "Never heard of him. Why?" All the while, going to try and snatch up that card.
Lilian Rook	-----[stop]----- "You smug piece of shit I swear to god." -----[start]----- Lilian somehow keeps her poker face. "Because he's been causing enormous amounts of trouble for a lot of people, whom he's perfectly content to murder his way through, and I need to know how to find him again and how to beat him. Excuse me for asking, given that you look almost exactly the same as him, and both happen to deal with demons, amongst other things." She is clearly not even slightly convinced, but gets the idea perfectly well that Tony might have good reasons to not want to talk about it in front of an audience. She leaves him a number. "If you do find out anything about him, please. It's important." She also has another ten grand for Nell's hard work. She's forgotten where she dumped the bike.