The DJ moved faster than any mortal or even lesser demon could perceive. He countered Raz, now Vivian's, charge with a stiff boot to the chest, then caught the mech's foot as it started backwards, and slammed the metal-man into the dance floor. "I just wanted to party! S'at too much to ask?! Satan's sweet love you guys are party poopers!" A swift kick sent the mech skittering across the dance hall, a little more than beaten up.
Ray had, after a few moments, run out of ammo. With his revolver dry, he began to back up, his clone advancing.
A shot rang out from the rafters, the bullet ripping past Laurence. His doppelganger sat perched in the rafters, cackling as he bolted another shell.
A horde of twenty party-goers seemed to melt from the shadows, and approached the fire-ball lobbing leather armor suits.
As Ibi entered the fray, from their perception, the door way broke away, and flew into the void. Ibi's clone stepped from the opposite end of the hall, and waited for Ibi to attack.