Douglas smirked as he unsheathed the knife from his belt. Karen had been knocked out. She'd hate him forever. It didn't matter. He drove the knife deep into the Deamon's arm and twisted the freezing steel blade caused hissing from the wounds. "Dinnae thenk yer din wit os! YEH BESTERD!" He yanked out the knife. He felt his left half of his face flicker out. his voice rang out "Ah will kill ye."