"Huh? Heroes? I didn't know that an isolated refuge like this one would have heroes...", Alastor turned to the side, seeing two figures on top of a nearby building hidden in the darkness of the night. He was being sarcastic, obviously. He couldn't feel a single drop of "Willpower" inside those two clowns.
However, their sudden interruption gave time for Dean to move away before he could try to kill him again. He could even take Claire with him and run towards Paul, who could finally get up.
"W-Who are those two guys, Paul?" Dean asked, lying Claire on the ground carefully.
Paul's eyes shone with an orange aura as he looked at them.
"They are my subord... no, they are my partners, my comrades!" he affirmed, proudly.
Alastor growled as he noticed his mistake.
"You two just wanted to shift my attention and give him time to run away, huh? That's a cheap trick. If you were heroes and had the power needed to be entitled as such, you wouldn't resort to this kind of scheming."
