Kyle stared at the sword awaiting the consuming flames. "Hold! Old man". A voice from behind the car startled them all. From behind the car a figure strode foward. He was young. Much younger then the Templar and maybe a few years older than Kyle. "Has there not been enough violence already this night?", he said.
The old man looked intensely at the newcomer and then recognition lit his face. Recognition and rage. "You! Leader of heretics, betrayer of the holy cause!" "I prefer to think of myself as saving it from the excesses of such as yourself." He turned to Kyle and Marisa, "Stay in the vehicle, do not run. There is still a demoness close by."
The young man stepped in front of the car. "I tell you this now, old man,You will not harm them."