Kjalhasson Boudoin "Kjal, it's been more than five minutes! You gotta--you gotta...Hey, don't block me out!--"
The rustle of leaves was heard once more, but Kjal was too deep in thoughts, looking at his gem...and it was often said, 'what you don't know, won't hurt you'.
...And yet, the gleam of a silver bullet being loaded into a white-runed rifle could be, what as humans often call it, his demise. Another gleam on the white eyes of the person hidden in the bush glinted in the rising sun.
"Stay still, demon, and this will be, indeed, as painless as angelic retribution gets."