[actually, the demons that are chasing Souji--the figure in the black cloak--belong to Rory. It's unknown to the castle defenders yet, but it is all a ruse to distract the citizens and the guardians long enough for Souji to infiltrate the castle--at which point he will sound the call for his brothers and sisters to join him.
Rory himself is back to werewolf form, running along on all four in the center of his pack until they reach the castle gates, at which point he stands bipedal. His sights are already set back on the eleventh floor and the TARDIS contained therein, but for now he will bide his time until Souji sends the signal.
His demons throw themselves against any and all humans they see at the gates--and any they can reach through the bars--ripping them through and tearing them apart, feeding on flesh and blood and screams, seeming to derive strength and power from each kill. Even more demons set to tearing down the walls brick by brick, as fast as they can, and using the bricks they gather to hurl over the wall into the castle grounds. Citizens and guards scatter in their wake, but some are not fast enough, and are crushed beneath the boulders.
Rory stands back and waits, keeping a sharp eye on the black-cloaked figure darting toward the gate, making sure to keep just enough of his demons after him to not raise suspicion. Rory as a human had a great deal of patience. Rory as an Apostle has that patience magnified a thousandfold]
Rory himself is back to werewolf form, running along on all four in the center of his pack until they reach the castle gates, at which point he stands bipedal. His sights are already set back on the eleventh floor and the TARDIS contained therein, but for now he will bide his time until Souji sends the signal.
His demons throw themselves against any and all humans they see at the gates--and any they can reach through the bars--ripping them through and tearing them apart, feeding on flesh and blood and screams, seeming to derive strength and power from each kill. Even more demons set to tearing down the walls brick by brick, as fast as they can, and using the bricks they gather to hurl over the wall into the castle grounds. Citizens and guards scatter in their wake, but some are not fast enough, and are crushed beneath the boulders.
Rory stands back and waits, keeping a sharp eye on the black-cloaked figure darting toward the gate, making sure to keep just enough of his demons after him to not raise suspicion. Rory as a human had a great deal of patience. Rory as an Apostle has that patience magnified a thousandfold]
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