"John that power was incredible, no doubt I am stronger but still. It must have been the depths of Hell that made you stronger and more resilient, you must have not noticed." John looked at the prisoner in shock.
"Where's Castor?" John looked at his wrist to see his radio on and still chittering. Castor was breathing heavily surrounded by a horde of demons and another one of them abominations.
Castor jumped into one of the demons and slammed Warhammer into one of their skulls caving it in. One demon grabbed him by the leg and pulled him back to the ground. They started to swarm him, and John looked in horror to see another abomination and Castor being bitten, scratched and attacked.
Suddenly after a few seconds, demons went flying as there was a cloud of dust kicked up. John watched on as the demons started to move closer to whatever they were trying to swarm. Castor was breaking skulls and bodies.
"Fire!" Constantine said as both tank's gunners started to fire at the swarms of demons with their back turns. It was suddenly shredding them. The tank's mantlets lifted and fired into the back of the head of the abomination.
The tank shell didn't even pierce the front of it. It's weakness: It's backside. The Prisoner spoke, "They are meant for rushing and charging?" He questioned as they fell. They cut down the horde by the Warboss Class demon cutting down buildings left and right, trying to swat Hero 19's helicopter.