Tell me what you think. This is just the first paragraph.

I'm chasing a demon through a series of alleyways, normally I wouldn't concern myself with such a small task but it’s in my home town and I'm here to give it the welcome wagon. I hear a banging noise to my right. I whirl around, my wrist crossbow at the ready. I aim at a bin where the noise came from. After a few seconds a small cat (or a very large rat) jumps out from the bin and scurries away. I lower my crossbow and laugh at my error. Bad move. I feel claws dig into my back and lift me into the air. The demon must have been watching from overhead, waiting for me to drop my guard. I try to wiggle free but the demon has a firm hold on me. I twist my arm around and fire a bolt; with some luck it hits the demon in the arm and it drops me. I fall and hit the ground hard. I'm quickly back on my feet, but the demons quicker. It hits me with its tail and sends me crashing into the side of a building. I fight the pain and duck as the demon swings its tail again. As I come up I fire another bolt at the demon and it strikes it in the face. It cries out in pain as it tries to pull it out. The second bolt isn’t as powerful as the first, so the demon doesn’t die, but it buys me time. I pull a small knife out of my coat pocket and throw it at the demon. It strikes it and burry’s itself in its chest. The demon finally gets the bolt out of its face, but it's already too late. As the demon readies itself to attack again I wave my hand and the knife explodes, destroying the demon.