[Arsis_von_Neaera]

Innon returned in the same fashion he'd left, only moments later about 30 feet from the fight between the demon and the priest. He was dressed in a thick dark armor singed and charred in some places. A large weapon with a tank of liquid attached to its bottom dangled from a strap to the right of his hip.

He played with the trigger. He wasn't aware of whether he was drawing attention or not but he raised the weapon to his should and, with his left hand glowing red and placed on the tank, aimed it at the combatants, "I'll let God sort you out," and he let loose an indiscriminate torrent of black flame from his weapon. A pillar of fire engulfed the area the two combatants had stood in.

Innon held the trigger until a plume of smoke formed that concealed where the battle had been happening before.

He frowned; he examined the fingers of his left hand, though thickly padded, were smoldering. He let his weapon dangle from his shoulder by his hip, and waited for the smoke to clear, watching carefully for anything to come out.