The sudden screams of sinners behind him caused the spider to take his eyes off Valentino, just for a second to see Alastor casually strolling up. Fuck, he was looking fine as Hell with that cool collected swagger. Of course this crazy son of a bitch was having the time of his life, and he couldn't be more relieved to see the murder deer. He was glad that Al was on his side. And just when the starlet thought this little wet dream he was havin' couldn't get any better, in walked in another hottie in red. Sandwiched between the Strawberry Pimp bigrade, was someone reading his dream journal?

The moth on the other hand looked less than impressed as the two new interlopers stuck their noses into his affairs. First his cold gaze looked at Alastor.

"Well look who it is. If it ain't the Radio Demon himself. Vox got some colorful things to say about you~" The moth sneers. "One Overlord to another, this ain't got nothin' to do with you. Just taking what's mine. Its ain't got to get ugly. Though, I think it's a bit late for that." Valentino shifted his sharp eyes over at Dante as he said that. The nasty look in his eyes as he looked the demon hunter over.. it was like he was fighting to urge to spit at his feet. "Sorry, babe, I don't think we know each other. Better adjust your tone and show some motherfucking respect."

Angel rolled his eyes, taking the guns from Dante, moving them into his secondary hands while he played with his bat in his primary set. "Oh shove it up your ass, Val. I ain't your bitch anymore." The spider flashed his friends a wicked grin. Oh he was going to enjoy this. "Come on boys, lets knock some heads~"

Val's face twisted. When did Angel get so mouthy. He didn't like it this attitude he was gettin'. Looks like someone needed a refresher course in knowing his place. With a snap of his fingers, the sinners at his command drew their guns to take aim at, firing into the alley. If Angel was winged in the firefight, so be it.