catching him in the shoulder with my one remaining round.
He lets out a laugh and starts to move my way. I use my power to fling the gun at the demon and jump over the counter. He just shrugs it off and squares up to me.
I grip my knife with the blade side down. I’m not really sure how practical it will be in an actual fight, but it looks pretty awesome when I see people do it in the movies.
It doesn’t really matter at this point. Unless Eunie decides to step in, I don’t have a chance fighting a demon in a boxing match. Even without any special powers they may possess, they are much faster and stronger than humans by a long shot. This becomes clear about five seconds into the fight when he connects with a blow to my gut. I fly back into the wall behind me and collapse to my knees on the ground.
“Now would be a great time for some help, pal.”
The demon picks me up by my collar and lifts me in the air. “The only help you are going to get is a slow death.” He slams me back into the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs.
I close my eyes and mentally prepare for the next shot. Moments later my eyelids start to glow. The sensation is something like putting a flashlight up to your eyes with it shut. Not wanting to risk blindness I keep my eyes shut until I find myself back on the ground.
“It’s over now, princess.” I feel someone grab me under the arm. I open my eyes as Az lifts me up to my feet.
“What was that?” I ask.
“We call that a smite.”
“It is a bit more flashy than this thing.” He says handing me my knife.
“Nal.” I walk over to the bar. “You OK?”
“I’m good.” He wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. “What were they after?”
“The cases. The Expedition was loaded with em.” I grab one of the unbroken bottles from the counter and toss back a drink.
“Any idea where they are taking them?” Nal asks.
“We found them at the old Nilton building. The only thing I know is that they were going to take them to the convention center.”
“The meeting?”
I nod. Whatever was in the cases is very important to whatever the demons have planned. I need to get downtown in a hurry to check it out, but I have one problem. “I’m gonna need another ride.”
-10-
Az and I wait until nightfall before leaving. We don’t know what they have in store downtown, but it isn’t set to go for two more days. I also wanted a few hours to kick back after getting my ass handed to me in the hotel.
We left Nal down at the station and took his Impala to the city. He decided to hang around with Ed to make sure he figured out the case.
I park the Impala in an alleyway about a mile from the center. Driving around this building at this time of night may make them suspicious, parking a car right outside would just be stupid.
Garbage lines the streets, the smell of rot fills my nose. Chalk that up to another downside of the end times. Garbage disposal is seemingly not a priority. Thankfully, it has cooled off here in the last few weeks. I can’t imagine how this place is in the summer.
Other than the occasional cat, the streets are clear. Being out in the daylight is dangerous enough. Most avoid going outside at night unless there wasn’t another option.
This side of town was known for its heavy gang activity before the Rising. Now, with a reduced police presence, things are much worse. I’m glad they are leaving us alone tonight.
We walk around the final corner and come upon the center. The building is fairly large for a convention center. They were hoping to entice the NBA to move a team here about ten years ago, so they built this place figuring it would push things to their favor. When the NBA decided against a move, or expansion, the city decided to recover some of the costs by hiring a company to keep events booked year-round.
We walk slowly around the building, looking for anything out of place. Inside the lights are off
He lets out a laugh and starts to move my way. I use my power to fling the gun at the demon and jump over the counter. He just shrugs it off and squares up to me.
I grip my knife with the blade side down. I’m not really sure how practical it will be in an actual fight, but it looks pretty awesome when I see people do it in the movies.
It doesn’t really matter at this point. Unless Eunie decides to step in, I don’t have a chance fighting a demon in a boxing match. Even without any special powers they may possess, they are much faster and stronger than humans by a long shot. This becomes clear about five seconds into the fight when he connects with a blow to my gut. I fly back into the wall behind me and collapse to my knees on the ground.
“Now would be a great time for some help, pal.”
The demon picks me up by my collar and lifts me in the air. “The only help you are going to get is a slow death.” He slams me back into the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs.
I close my eyes and mentally prepare for the next shot. Moments later my eyelids start to glow. The sensation is something like putting a flashlight up to your eyes with it shut. Not wanting to risk blindness I keep my eyes shut until I find myself back on the ground.
“It’s over now, princess.” I feel someone grab me under the arm. I open my eyes as Az lifts me up to my feet.
“What was that?” I ask.
“We call that a smite.”
“It is a bit more flashy than this thing.” He says handing me my knife.
“Nal.” I walk over to the bar. “You OK?”
“I’m good.” He wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. “What were they after?”
“The cases. The Expedition was loaded with em.” I grab one of the unbroken bottles from the counter and toss back a drink.
“Any idea where they are taking them?” Nal asks.
“We found them at the old Nilton building. The only thing I know is that they were going to take them to the convention center.”
“The meeting?”
I nod. Whatever was in the cases is very important to whatever the demons have planned. I need to get downtown in a hurry to check it out, but I have one problem. “I’m gonna need another ride.”
-10-
Az and I wait until nightfall before leaving. We don’t know what they have in store downtown, but it isn’t set to go for two more days. I also wanted a few hours to kick back after getting my ass handed to me in the hotel.
We left Nal down at the station and took his Impala to the city. He decided to hang around with Ed to make sure he figured out the case.
I park the Impala in an alleyway about a mile from the center. Driving around this building at this time of night may make them suspicious, parking a car right outside would just be stupid.
Garbage lines the streets, the smell of rot fills my nose. Chalk that up to another downside of the end times. Garbage disposal is seemingly not a priority. Thankfully, it has cooled off here in the last few weeks. I can’t imagine how this place is in the summer.
Other than the occasional cat, the streets are clear. Being out in the daylight is dangerous enough. Most avoid going outside at night unless there wasn’t another option.
This side of town was known for its heavy gang activity before the Rising. Now, with a reduced police presence, things are much worse. I’m glad they are leaving us alone tonight.
We walk around the final corner and come upon the center. The building is fairly large for a convention center. They were hoping to entice the NBA to move a team here about ten years ago, so they built this place figuring it would push things to their favor. When the NBA decided against a move, or expansion, the city decided to recover some of the costs by hiring a company to keep events booked year-round.
We walk slowly around the building, looking for anything out of place. Inside the lights are off
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