Re: Out on the Porch
"Whoa, whoa, one at a time guys." Amanda said, grinning at her new companions to show that she wasn't really overwhelmed, and speaking in good humour.
"Right. Peter, you can probably tell me more about that than I can tell you. My understanding of the spiritual planes in my world is Heaven and Hell. Heaven's for the good guys, Hell's for the bad guys - so the daemons, they come from Hell."
"As for guns - and arrows," She added, giving a nod to Aalyssa. "Taking a hit from a weapon hurts like hell, but it's not likely to make them surrender. We kill the host body, the daemon wanders off to find someone else. Unfortunately, what that means is that if we have to use our weapons, we shoot to maim, injure, but not to kill."
She stamped her cigarette out on the floor of the porch, and picked up the bottle of rum that was on the small outside table, shoving it into the backpack on her shoulders.
"How about we get moving, though? I can explain more on the way."