Thirty minutes before the Demon Mask attacked
Amid the jungle was silence. Well, for that short moment anyway. In the brief moments of silence and peace came a riddle of explosions and gunfire. Jumping from tree to tree dodging incoming fire Alton zipped forward grabbing onto a vine-swinging forward avoiding the last of the onslaught. Hiding behind a tree, he took a deep breath as Jinx stepped forward, clocking her gun whistling. "Come out, come out wherever you are. Come out and play."
Alton clutched a small rock in his hand, throwing it into the bushes as this was met by an array of fire. The magazine clicked as Jinx ran out of ammo. Alton slouched down, holding the bullet wound he received in his shoulder wincing in pain. "If you somehow think this is going to save you, Jinx, stop the real you coming back you're delusional. What good does it make fighting me?!"
