The right words in the hands of dissidents with the fire

[ghostboy]

'Completely overrun by the supernatural' was nothing but a big neon bulletin board saying 'Hey Danny Phantom, come to this town!'. He was confident that he knew everything there was to know, and that anything he didn't he could bluff his way through. It had worked in the past.

It was also working now, kind of. The first demon had been a big enough surprise he'd yelled and thrown his arms up in useless protection, and instead of going straight through him the claws hit ectoplasm. That'd hurt. More yelling. Fortunately for him, these new creatures--demons, or whatever--disappeared under a hail of ectoblasts the same as any other. 

The gore was distressing, though. Weak dismemberment puns stopped after the fifth demon: some things were only funny for so long.

The demons weren't alone in town, and to Danny's relief there really were some ghosts around that he could catch. Some of them looked like harmless former residents of the area, but others--yeah, those had to go.

"Dude, okay, that's just gross!" he yelped, phasing intangible through a flying sheet of slime. He waved his hands as though shaking off cobwebs. "Seriously, I almost felt that right down to my--HELLO!" Green fire cooks the air where his head had just been. Danny twists away in an improbable feat of flexibility and anatomy, darting behind decimated furniture.

He loses sight of the ghost. When he peeks over the edge of a sofa it's disappeared, though he knows it's still close. The bundle of ice in his chest is still leeching the warmth out of him, threatening to turn his breath to vapor with each little huff.

He straightens.

"Aren't we all a little old for hide and seek..."

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[stylish_hunter]

Once in a while, when a fairly rich proprietor continuously bids you to take a job in a far away city citing that both spirits and demons were growing increasingly active and dangerous, they aren't completely full of bollocks. Who knew? Dante had been avoiding this job, he'd seen ones like it plenty of times before and rarely were they interesting. This time Lady had gone in for a first look.

It didn't take her long to call him in.

As it turned out the situation was worse than he'd expected. Good news for him, he could use some fun for a change. Bad news for the city at large, given that it was currently overrun with spirits, strangely enough, but also a fairly deep demonic infection. Problem was going to be finding the source, especially with all these other spirits running around. Hard to get a bearing on the location when you're getting pinged by false alarms almost constantly.

The sound of a battle not his own draws him near, but he's intercepted by a number of devils intent on having a piece.

"My my, little early for a Halloween party isn't it? And you invited the whole town! Well isn't that sweet." Shots ring out, one demon torn apart by bullets before it even has a chance to react. The others however are quicker to respond, and quickly converge upon the new interloper.

And here they were hoping for a piece of the kid in spandex first.

[ghostboy]

Gunfire. Danny snaps his head towards it, looking towards the windows. They're facing the wrong direction, and all he catches are the heel of a spindly creature as it scrambles towards the source of commotion.

Well, that's no good. The ghost can wait: if there's someone out there, someone human enough to use guns, then it's probably someone who's about to be in trouble with half the town's current population. Danny's here to save people. He's not going to let a little ghost hunt distract him from that.

"Aaand that's my cue," he mutters, running to an outer wall and phasing straight through. He's invisible, and the world blurs as he darts headfirst down the street.

Two of the demons have lept into the air, swiping down with claws the sizes of garden rakes. One charges straight in from the ground, and another lingers behind the rest, breathing little tongues of fire.

Crap. Crap crap crap crap. There's no way he'll reach this dude in time to save whoever it is from those leaping demons, but Danny is sure as hell going to try. He pushes himself as fast as he go, hoping to catch Dante around the middle from the side. He's not going to make it. He's....

[stylish_hunter]

For all intents and purposes, Dante looks unconcerned about the devils bearing down on him. Maybe even slightly... amused? He waits until the absolute last moment before swinging a massive sword free of his back and using it to bat the two leaping demons away. They fall aside, but bounce back to their feet almost immediately.

Still it buys him enough time to unload another round of bullets into the creature aiming to strike from the ground. Right up until he notices the ghost.

Ivory still trained on the demon he quickly trades sword for his second hand gun, unloading a hail of bullets in Danny's direction. They may be ultimately harmless to a ghost, probably, but there's a strange sting and crackle to them as they whiz past, as though there's more to them than simply metal and gunpowder. And yes, he absolutely can see you, Danny.

"What's this, a party crasher? Well you picked a bad day to roll into town, spooky."

Your name is now Spooky Danny congratulations.

[ghostboy]

It all happens almost too quickly to follow. One moment Danny is diving for the stranger's unprotected side, trying to save him from an attack that will surely kill him. The next moment the attack's not going to kill him because the sword just came up, and this guy is swinging it like it's no heavier than a sheet of paper. By the time Danny processes this, blue eyes have flicked straight at him.

Danny, meanwhile, has taken that time to halve the distance between them and wonder if he should slow down.

The sword gets stowed and the man produces a second gun. Bullets fly. It's a horizontal storm flying right at him, and at this point Danny gives up his original plan and dodges for all he's worth.

He's not entirely successful, and three bullets punch saucer-sized holes through him that close almost immediately. Danny clamps a hand over an sort-of-wound-site in his side, dropping invisibility.

"OW! That... that hurt!!"

And isn't that a surprise?

The demons are regrouping, one of them trying to dart around Dante's unprotected back, while the fire-breathing one belches out a blast of uncontrolled flame.

Danny darts up out of the flame's reach. "You know, ghost hunters should wear a badge or something. Or maybe a big neon sign that says 'Hey, watch out, I'll shoot at you'!" Like, well, the Fentons do. Danny follows Dante's progress with a glare, twisting as he readies to leave. This bozo'll be fine without help, right? ..... Right.