Fifty Percent

On top of Pantheon HQ, Vincent roared in anger over the line. 

"Send me your hunters! I don't care if the one attacking us is not a fucking Demon. One guy just destroyed advanced unmanned combat robots from a Tier 2 city like they were nothing! If you don't send a hunter now, you can forget about our company funding your useless organization!" 

BAM!

In a fit of frustration, he slammed the desk phone back down hard.

He had hoped the combat robots would neutralize the threat, but they hadn't even slowed down the attackers.

'I need more people,' he thought, quickly dialing more numbers.

He called the military and local police, demanding assistance and cursing them for moving too slowly and letting this event unfold. 

In addition, he also threatened that if they didn't send more troops, he would report this to the chamber and cut their funding.