"What's going on?!"
"My power..."
"Enemy attack... or reinforcements?"
Taking advantage of the moment when both sides fell into confusion and panic after their powers were inexplicably weakened, Dean and Sam led the Demon Hunter squad in a sudden assault like tigers unleashed from their cages!
The battle was almost entirely one-sided.
Already suspicious of one another and weakened significantly by their earlier clash, the angels and witches had no ability to fight back against the well-coordinated, fully prepared Demon Hunters.
Before long, all that remained in the cemetery were shattered angel wings and scattered witch vessels.
David stepped out of the shadows and surveyed the battlefield. His hawk-like eyes gleamed with coldness as he told Dean and Sam, "Have everyone clean this up. Announce to the public that the traitors in the ambush and the enemy contacts who met with them turned on each other over an uneven division of spoils, and my patrol squad happened to discover them and eliminate them all."
Dean wiped the blood splattered on his face and grinned. "Understood. A fortunate tactical victory."
David nodded.
A veteran who had lived through World War II, taken part in the Okinawa landing campaign in the Pacific, and then spent fifty years as a Demon Hunter after leaving the service, he had once again commanded the removal of this internal tumor and struck the enemy at minimal cost.
After the battle, Deep underground at Morik Manor, the isolation zone holding the Apocalypse Knights was even quieter than usual.
The air carried the faint, distinctive hum of the power from the 'Balance' incantation array. Four specially made cells stood like silent tombstones. One was empty, while the remaining three held the manifestations of War, Famine, and Pestilence.
Kyle was on patrol that day.
Carrying a patrol case containing