the rear entrance. I peek though the glass and catch a pair of guys posted just outside the stairwell in the back, guns aimed at the door. I put two fingers up and let a smile leave my lips.
“I got this.” I whisper.
I open the door and fling my knife into the throat of the guy on the left and then into the chest of the thug on the right. Situations like this make me love my power. We could have been quick with a few shots, but it would have compromised our position. During an attack, the defenders generally have the edge. They know the layout and the secrets and can entrench themselves at key choke points in order to maximize that advantage. As an attacker, the biggest advantage you can grab is with stealth and surprise. The key is to hold onto that advantage as long as you can.
In the right hands, in the right situation, one man with a knife can do more damage than a dozen with guns. Of course, it helps when you can toss them around with telekinesis.
Now that our entrance is clear, we make our way towards the lobby as quietly as possible. The other set of stairs was closer to the front and out of sight. Unless they were searching the floor for life our path should be clear.
We get close enough to the lobby to catch a view of Rick slumped over the front desk missing the back half of his skull. I approach the corner slowly and peek around towards the bar. Three guys, all packing some serious heat, are standing around a body on the ground. Something tells me it is Adam, but it is hard to make out with all of the blood.
“Three at the bar. I got the left.” I tell the others.
“Right.” Nal says, rifle at the ready.
“Cover our backs.” I look at Az.
I pop around the corner and pop off a few shots, hitting him twice in the chest. Nal, being a solid shot, hit his target square in the face. Blood and brains spraying over the bottles in the back. We both move and put a few bullets into the thug in the middle.
Az and Nal walk towards the bodies while I head over to Rick’s. The front desk was built into the wall, with a small room behind it. It would be the place I would hide if I wanted to spring an ambush, and that’s without knowing that Rick had the desk loaded with guns.
I peek over the side and notice Rick died without a gun in his hand. They had to have moved pretty damn fast to catch him off guard. Not seeing anyone I jump over the counter, being careful not to slip on the blood on the floor.
I’m about to open the doorway to the front office when I hear Nal fire a shot. I turn around and see Nal being lifted in the air by his throat with Az fighting the other two. I start to climb back over the desk when I feel a pair of arms reaching around my body. I lean my head forward and rush it backwards, catching my attacker squarely in the nose. He screams as I turn around and level my gun in his direction. The man is a good six foot tall with long black hair with watering eyes. He also happens to be losing a fair amount of blood from his nose. I unload a few shots in him before slamming the blade of my knife into his gut.
“Let him go, asshole” I aim my gun at the guy holding Nal.
“Gladly.” He tosses Nal back into the bar shattering the large mirror before he falls to the ground.
To my left I notice Az being handled pretty well. Angels may be at the top of the food chain, but it is possible for demons to overpower them by numbers. Generally, the older the demon, the more powerful it is. These two must have been around a while if they are able to handle Az.
I consider making a play with the knife, but I am at a serious disadvantage fighting straight up. While Eunie gives me enough to handle myself, it is nowhere near the strength that I need to handle him straight up. There are times when he gives me a little extra surge, but that is generally when he is about to just take over anyways.
“Make your move, Father. I love killing priests.”
I make the only move I have and pull the trigger,
“I got this.” I whisper.
I open the door and fling my knife into the throat of the guy on the left and then into the chest of the thug on the right. Situations like this make me love my power. We could have been quick with a few shots, but it would have compromised our position. During an attack, the defenders generally have the edge. They know the layout and the secrets and can entrench themselves at key choke points in order to maximize that advantage. As an attacker, the biggest advantage you can grab is with stealth and surprise. The key is to hold onto that advantage as long as you can.
In the right hands, in the right situation, one man with a knife can do more damage than a dozen with guns. Of course, it helps when you can toss them around with telekinesis.
Now that our entrance is clear, we make our way towards the lobby as quietly as possible. The other set of stairs was closer to the front and out of sight. Unless they were searching the floor for life our path should be clear.
We get close enough to the lobby to catch a view of Rick slumped over the front desk missing the back half of his skull. I approach the corner slowly and peek around towards the bar. Three guys, all packing some serious heat, are standing around a body on the ground. Something tells me it is Adam, but it is hard to make out with all of the blood.
“Three at the bar. I got the left.” I tell the others.
“Right.” Nal says, rifle at the ready.
“Cover our backs.” I look at Az.
I pop around the corner and pop off a few shots, hitting him twice in the chest. Nal, being a solid shot, hit his target square in the face. Blood and brains spraying over the bottles in the back. We both move and put a few bullets into the thug in the middle.
Az and Nal walk towards the bodies while I head over to Rick’s. The front desk was built into the wall, with a small room behind it. It would be the place I would hide if I wanted to spring an ambush, and that’s without knowing that Rick had the desk loaded with guns.
I peek over the side and notice Rick died without a gun in his hand. They had to have moved pretty damn fast to catch him off guard. Not seeing anyone I jump over the counter, being careful not to slip on the blood on the floor.
I’m about to open the doorway to the front office when I hear Nal fire a shot. I turn around and see Nal being lifted in the air by his throat with Az fighting the other two. I start to climb back over the desk when I feel a pair of arms reaching around my body. I lean my head forward and rush it backwards, catching my attacker squarely in the nose. He screams as I turn around and level my gun in his direction. The man is a good six foot tall with long black hair with watering eyes. He also happens to be losing a fair amount of blood from his nose. I unload a few shots in him before slamming the blade of my knife into his gut.
“Let him go, asshole” I aim my gun at the guy holding Nal.
“Gladly.” He tosses Nal back into the bar shattering the large mirror before he falls to the ground.
To my left I notice Az being handled pretty well. Angels may be at the top of the food chain, but it is possible for demons to overpower them by numbers. Generally, the older the demon, the more powerful it is. These two must have been around a while if they are able to handle Az.
I consider making a play with the knife, but I am at a serious disadvantage fighting straight up. While Eunie gives me enough to handle myself, it is nowhere near the strength that I need to handle him straight up. There are times when he gives me a little extra surge, but that is generally when he is about to just take over anyways.
“Make your move, Father. I love killing priests.”
I make the only move I have and pull the trigger,
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