Giving the Imp an uppercut (or something akin to one) with the chair, he knocked it down the stairs, breaking it's legs.
Now that it couldn't move, the good sgt took out his combat knife and stabbed the creature in the head, driving his blade deep in until the Imp stopped struggling.
Getting up from the dead creature he decided to check the house. Whoever owned it was a cop.. and at least kept two spare clips.
Loading one and sliding the other into his shirt pocket. He looked back at Sain. "Well Humanity needs leadership to help it get on the right path.. and dangit I actually had to delve into Hell to kill these things, so I think I know how to kill them, besides this isnt a team, but a squad, we're still military and dang better well act like it. You two can speak freely with me, no restrictions, unless its a touchy subject. Agreed?"