A Motorcycle charges pass you, it leaps over your head like a galloping Horse. It crashes down across from you and slides across the ground before coming to a halt. The rider steps off and swings her long legs off of it and grabs her Large Rocket launcher and assortment of guns. "If your not here for the party I advise you head off with the other's and hide. Demon slaying isn't exactly for the faint of heart." She says cocking and loading her guns