Silent. Unstoppable. Fueled by his hatred for demons, and with rage as his only sustenance. At least, that's what some say.

The sickening crunch of some imp's bones under his boot is enough to make some of the others scurry away in fear. But not all of them are sapient enough to realize the danger in opposing the Hellwalker himself. There's a moment of reprieve, the battle stopping for a few seconds, giving time for Azhrak's best soldiers to prepare.

Then, the Slayer cocks his shotgun. No better weapon needed, for he'll rip them apart by hand if bullets prove not to be enough. His shield lies a short distance away, partially embedded into the ground. Ignored, but not forgotten.

One down. Then, two more. The Slayer's eyes harden underneath his helmet, and he's far too distracted by what he's doing to even notice the creature approaching him from behind.

No matter.

A shadow, smaller than him but no less strong, beheads the ambushing enemy with that same shield-saw, revving up its engine. Same facial features, same strength and same silence. The Slayer's only family, his child.

While in the process of finishing up with another kill, his helmeted head turns. Just slightly, but enough to show that he's not indifferent. He's not only a weapon, as the Maykrs have made him appear. And the way his shoulders relax a little bit when his eyes catch sight of that kid shows that he's not just a mindless killing machine either. Even if he's not quite human by any standards.