Demmu can be seen within the crowd with his jacket in tatters with his armor visible from within the tears. One of his hands mutated into a hideous form picking up and hurling monsters with a strange elasticity. One pounces on his back only to be flung through the air and chopped in two as the numbers start to thin. Many more begin lunging at Kross, teeth bared and snarling. "Someone screwed up. Only twelve of these things were supposed to be seen making their way out here. I count at least one hundred twenty!"