"Hold won't last long hurry." He managed through gritted teeth
Doing the same with the shotgun nestling it under my arm as I form a slender cylindrical tube-like crystal that was the same golden orange with dark cracks. Before I could load it though it shattered I tossed the pieces and tried again this one I filled till orange when the cracks came I slowed the flow of magic until the color deepen and was now a crimson red that showed brightly through black cracks that I loaded into the repeater.
"You do realize that the red bullet was unstable and on the verge of a breakdown." Kairo stated, pointing out the obvious. The creature who now didn't want to breach again risking line of sight charged on all fours almost just as quickly as its burrowing. I aim for its back legs two spell rings, one on each leg form and I fire one repeater shot that booms like a clap of thunder piercing the left leg of the animal causing it to stagger, but not stop.
The second shot was quieter, but no less ear-shattering strikes the right leg doing serious damage. The beast loses footing, sliding to our feet it growled, and pushed frantically off the ground, trying to dig. I quickly lift the sawed-off to its head, pulling the trigger. The kick was extreme, and a sound like dynamite was followed by a chunk of the Shear Baks plated skull shattering.
"That crimson bullet will take a while to refill even if you use your own magic." Kairo says, still dumbfounded by the events in front of him.
"Yup." I reply, slamming the guns together they mash into ichor, forming back into my dagger this time along with the ridges gold veins wove words onto the blade now and a golden bulb ended the tip I brought the blade down into the Shear Baks corpse and again my blade drinks deep.
"The red bullet must be on my claws." I say, pulling the dagger free and showing Kairo the changes to my blade. The dagger itself was sharper now to it slide easily into the Shear Baks armor plates, which I was very proud of. Kairo searched the area with his eyes, realizing the bodies touched by my blade had withered and drained of all magic.
"Are you a daemon?" He asked seriously, his guard slowly raising. I looked at him, releasing my teeth dagger form disheartened by his question.
"I'm not sure like Willow. I'm not sure of my origin, but if I had to guess, her dad would know..." I reply as simply as I could.
"So that means Joker would know... meaning he's hoping you would show." Kairo seemed to be contemplating something for a moment.
"So we won't tell him about you, and if Willow trusts you, I trust you, and that makes us friends. It's good to meet you, Rose." I blush hard, not expecting such a candid nature.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too, Porcupine." I reply, ready to leave. A small dagger form's on the bracelet that Kairo has that resembles mine joining the other charm-sized weapons.
"First, it's Kairo. Second, this is proof we're friends and that you're slowly on your way to being a full member of the Devils Advocates." He says, raising his wrist to me. I look at my wrist at the two charms I have and feel both happiness and envy with what now? Two or so hours left?
"Great, can we eat?" I add, looking over my shoulder towards the train stop.
"Sure, we gotta meet with Radney anyway, and I'm sure he's at the bar." Excited by Kairos' words, I grab him by the arm and jump twice to make it back to where the train lets us off. Kairo seemed dazed but snapped out of it quickly, calling the train that slithered out of the ground and stopped doors sliding open to welcome us. We step on and enjoy my first-person ride through the inky darkness.
Now and then, the lights of the cab blink obscuring vision. Before long between flickers, people appear until the cab is filled again and a stop is reached. We step off into what seemed like from what Willow could remember little China, but more teenage mutants rather than normal humans. Animal-like humanoids shuffled about some enjoying a meal at a vendor or weaving through the crowd to get on or off the train. I followed Kairo as he made his way, weaving past vendors and people crowding stoops to what looked like misshapen apartment buildings.
Passing through an alley, I felt eyes on me. I looked up to see feline-like faces peering out of windows. I keep up with Kairo, and eventually, we emerge onto a busy sidewalk with fewer anthropomorphs. There were still some, but now people passed by who seemed human enough. Some had incredible tattoos that looked like ancient writing that I made sure to remember in detail. Soon, we made it to a building with big bold letters that read Lost Boys above the entrance. We pass through batwing doors to a set of descending stairs. I couldn't help but feel a wave of giddiness remembering batwing doors were Willows's favorite movie tropes.
"What?" Kairo asked curiously but on high alert.
"What what?" My cagey reply piqued his interest.
"You smiled." He simply states, trapping me in a simple reply.
"I remb... Willow remembered that she enjoyed those swinging doors from cowboy movies." I replied hesitantly, causing Kairo to pause his descent.
"Do you have access to her memories? Do you have your own memories?" He asks, peering over his shoulder.
"I remember things!" I reply quickly, feeling a little defensive.
"And I and Willow share everything. What's mine is hers, and what's hers is mine." I say, feeling a little defeated.
"You don't seem to be a daemon, at least, but you are inhabiting through some kind of possession." Kairo said partly to himself, continuing down the steps he also seemed to relax a little more than before.
"Rose is Rose..." I grumble to myself.
Making it to the bottom of the steps, we see it let out to a perfectly dimmed bar-like den with sweat and savory smells that rushed us. Scanning the room, I noticed the patrons were drinking heavily and sharing in each other's mirth, which wasn't odd from what Willow knew as bars except for everyone's clothes. From what I could tell, it seemed like everyone agreed to pick a style from years gone by.