Daemon couldn't help but jolt when loud explosions echoed in the crisp snowy air, his progress down the hill skidding to an almost comical halt as he very nearly landed on his ass. What in Hell's Fire was that? he demanded of the redhead as more of the deafening reports split the air. Are you alright?

He was moving again, not having time to waste. He wasn't sure how much time Renji had bought him, but his own sight shield was still holding steady as he reached the base of the hill, at the opposite side of the encampment where Renji was causing a commotion. Lifting one foot, he was careful to airwalk his way across the snow, leaving no footprints to give him away as he swiftly and silently moved into the camp.

The shelter Renji had mentioned wasn't difficult to find - especially since it had the only three guards who hadn't gone after the Shinigami. Daemon regarded the makeshift shelter for a moment, then the three men. Giving one a mental nudge wasn;t difficult - from the way he shifted and twitched, it was easy to see he wanted to take part in the action. A psychic nudge had him taking off towards the sound of fighting, ignoring his fellow soldier's protests. After that, it was easy to dispose of the last two. The first never knew what hit him, only had time for a choked gasp as Daemon's snake fang sank into flesh, enough venom injected in a single prick to send the man to his knees. A heartbeat later he was dead, his muscles spasming even though the life had gone from his eyes.

The last remaining soldier spun around to spot Daemon, visible now that he'd struck down the first one. Before he could raise the alarm, Daemon flicked his fingers and a single obsidian dagger buried itself in the soldier's throat, sending him to the ground beside his partner, the snow stained red beneath him.

That accomplished, he slipped into the shelter on silent feet, alert for whatever might be waiting inside.