*One of the demons' sees the themal detonator and kicks it out of the room where it explodes. WH Irvine strains at the amount of consentration needed to only put on so much pressure, the lack of having two minds to help control balences can be barely seen as sweat beads form on WH Irvine's forehead.*
Demon standing next to WH Irvine *whispering* "Sir, we'll stay here protecting you as long as possible."
WH Irvine 'Why doesn't he care for even one of his closest friend's life?'