[while he's no professional, klaus has fought against men and monsters before. the war back home (or in the past, rather) and the ice zombies a couple months before this have prepared him for what's to come— correction, most of it, that is. he hasn't ever fought demons such as these and they're nothing like the ones he's heard of in stories, either.

and that's exactly why he'd chosen this path: to get an understanding of what they were dealing with and to handle the shit before it really hits the fan.

he catches dante's gaze, scrubbing his empty hand across some of the blood staining his arm, although it only makes it worse, much to his dismay.]

Thanks, I hate it, [comes in a sulky murmur. he wants to stop, to maybe take a breather, and yet they can't for fear of something nasty possibly popping out the moment they decide breaking is a good idea.] I'm going to take the longest shower in history. Then, after that, I'm gonna sit in a bathtub... and for good measure? Another shower.