OOC: You shouldn't have dodged Demon, you only have a 20% in dodge...

As Gabriel fell back and away from the monster, it easily bats away one of the torches with one invisable appendage, then the last thing Gabriel feels is unimaginable pain as invisable claws rip deep into his guts, then a sharp blow to the head and -

As Frankie struggles to escape the zombie's grip, he shoots three bullets into it's head. It lets go and lurches back, but with most of it's head blown off it seems oddly unphased as it lurches forward again at Frankie.

Jim stood, watching in fear, mumbling the chanting while he watched. His eyes were wide open in a shocked face.

Neil turned on the body, and dropped two bullets into its legs.

One into the back of the thighs, and one into the backs of it's ankles, trying to blow the tendons to drop it.

Frankie turned around and kept shooting at the creature, aiming for it's central body mass, trying to blow it apart, and not thinking logically past the point of 'That's a dead body that just bit my arm. It must die. Again. What the hell am I thinking? Oh just shoot it!'

Clara quickly found herself in a corner of the room, she buried her face in her hands and began screaming. She would occationally look up with wide, frightened eyes.

(OOC: at least the screaming is mostly muffled by her hands)

One bullet from Neil hits, blowing a chunk out of it's leg, but not slowing it down. Tor also raises his gun and fires, hitting the zombie in the chest. All three bullets hit from Frankie, and while it paused for a second, it does not stop. Instead it gets in range, and lunges at Frankie. It latches on and bites deep into his neck, causing blood loss and sending him unconscious.

OOC: Someone better kick that zombie off...

Marcus Knew something bad happen but just kept on chanting...

OOC: Fine, I guess I need to save Frankie's life... And make the other characters do something...

Father William took a split second to judge the situation and acted. He ran around the Pentagram, not wanting to mess it up, and kicked the zombie in the face. The face caved in, making the zombies head disintigrate, and the bodt fell over, dead once more and for good.

OOC: Frankie is now in need of a medic, or at least being moved to safe ground.

Marcus Keeps chanting and points to his near by med kit...

Henry tried his best to ignore what was going on, he didn't want to die because he did something foolish. At the moment, all he had to do was keep on chanting. Someone had to, afterall, and if noone did...

ooc-Does Henry still have David's gun?