*A horde of demons surrounded a human, ready to attack, they were snarling like rabid dogs, with nowhere to go, hope seemed lost.. *

Click

The loud sound of a hammer of a pistol was heard and without any warning, a volley of bullets rained down upon the unsuspecting demons, the surviving horde turned to see who dared, only to cower and fear, their roars slowly became more like a whimpering sad attempt to sound intimidating..the human looked up and saw who arrived to help...to save them.

The hooves of Mayhem became evident as its galloping ignites flames across the ground behind it's march, as the clanking sound echoed across the ruined street, a rider mounting the phantom horse held it's revolver pistol mercy, fuming with the smoke of the gunshots he delivered, his scarf willowing in the air, a mask that covered his face, glowing optic lenses, armored with a heavy skin armor spoke to the human the moment Mayhem made a stop.

"I'd take cover if I were you kid." Strife chuckled as the Demon's roared and plunged to attack the white rider.

"Some fellas don't get the message, Let's dance bozos!." Strife pulled his second revolver pistol Redemption and began to mow down any demon that came his way in a barrage of bullets with no end.