His feet hit hard against the pavement as his legs filled with pain and weight from the constant running. Ryo had it much harder than Akira who was a lucky bastard with wings. He was only human with feet, and chasing a flying Devilman was not easy. In this form Akira could go at least three times faster than any human on earth, if not faster, and Ryo was definitely slower than the fastest. Yet with shotgun in hand he felt the need to keep pushing forward and following his friend's trail. You just never knew when Devilman, though it was rare, would be over powered and needed that extra little back up.
Pushing himself with one last burst of energy he turned the corner skidding a little in his haste. Ryo stopped short staring at the sight in the alley way he had just fled into. Devilman stood with his back to Ryo as blood dripped from his hands. The body of the demon they had just spent a good half hour chasing lay dead at his feet and another was crouched in the corner starting at &