Death and all his friends

Ian hadn't been out of the hotel in months, well really he'd never actually left the hotel before. The last time he'd been outside of the place, he had been alive. He actually had no real reason to be out of the hotel tonight, other than his sister was being extra annoying, and people trying to kill him everyday was starting to irk him. Last time he had been killed he missed the new episode of his favorite show, and maybe it was small, but it was the last straw. Ian wasn't even sure of the rules on being allowed to leave the hotel, but he didn't really care at the moment. The fresh air, and the quiet walk was feeling great, and he had zero regrets.

"East. Not far. I sense blood on him." The voice was heard to Gunnar, but nobody else, even had others been around. The raven had perched on a branch not far from the demigod. Of course there was something already.

"Man or monster?" Gunnar's deep voice rang. His accent still flared with that of the Danish, if only slightly. His hand gripped his axe, waiting for word on their predator. Or, if his ancestors smiled upon him today, their prey.

"Both." He replied, simply.

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Gunnar wasn't planning on simply killing this man. Surely, even a monster deserved to have final moments. From the boy's flank, Gunnar approached in a sprint, throwing his body against the newcomer, throwing him to the ground.

"What say you for your sins?"

Ian had his hands in his pockets, and was pretty much minding his own business. The street he was on was quiet, unlike the hotel, and maybe Ian had let his guard slip for a few more seconds than he should've, in an attempt to relish the unusual quietness. Either way, he hadn't expected to quite literally be to thrown to the ground by an unknown force.

Ian looked up at his attacker in confusion, "Huh?" He asked, kind of dumbly, "what sins?"