“Who the frak are you?” Simon blurted.

“Heh. I’m War. I came around the corner while my brothers play with the demon-god. My stuff’s not too good against her type, so my bros suggested I could come ‘round here, see if the jackass who summoned her shows up to fix things or not. If you didn’t, no harm done – I could get in some Splinter Cell.”

“But… why aren’t you fighting her. You could do something!”

“Who says I’m not over there? Matter of fact, you run around that next corner, you’re going to see me standing there in full glory with the best-looking mug on a four-faced Biblical nightmare.”

Simon blinked. “You’re two places at once.”

“Kid, war is everywhere. Don’t you read the papers?”

Simon tried to process this. War looked like he almost felt sorry for him, and said, “Kiddo, I can tell by the reek of your blood you brought that demon in. What did you do?”

“I used a summ -” War’s hand on his shoulder clenched, stopped him.