didn’t stop him as he lunged for Jett. Casting the hose aside, Jett leapt away from the charging demon and the suddenly out-of-control hose and rolled to his right.
The hose moved like a thing alive, rising into the air, then slamming the heavy brass nozzle against the ground, twisting and turning, shooting powerful streams of water in all directions.
Locan leapt over the comatose bodies in front of him and went straight for Moloch, but the water caught the demon hunter full in the chest and knocked him off his feet. The night sky, brilliantly illuminated with the klieg lights, pulsed with the swirling streams of demons freed by the blast of water, but they had no anchor, no one to guide them or tell them where to go.
And the Moloch demon was headed straight for Jett.
Jett found a spot away from the dancing fire hose and stood his ground, a long sword in one hand, his short sword in the other.
Moloch put his head down and charged. Jett dipped low beneath the sharp horns and thrust forward and up with the shorter blade. Locan leapt to the creature’s back and buried his short sword between the creature’s powerful shoulder blades. Jett felt his blade slide off of bone, but then it ripped through muscles and tendons. The demon shrieked, slashed out with its powerful arms and clawed hands. Then it reached behind itself for Locan, but Jett’s partner was forcing his short sword deeper, going for the spine. Suddenly the demon stopped in its tracks and dropped.
Locan jumped away as the demon fell, pulling the short sword free and swinging his longer blade. The bull-like head rolled away from the still quivering body. Dark blood sprayed the ground, steaming against the asphalt, sizzling where it met puddles from the fire hose.
Breathing hard, Jett raced across the parking lot and cut the water pressure. The fire hose stopped dancing and dropped with a loud clatter. The only sound was the quiet groaning of once-possessed human actors returning to consciousness. The Moloch demon was dead. The cameraman, looking slightly stunned, continued filming the carnage. Of all of them, it appeared he was the only one not possessed.
Locan wiped his blade on the dead demon’s hairy leg. He sheathed his weapon as the demon’s body continued steaming and began to decompose. Then he raised his head and frowned, gazing about the area. “Where’s Addie?”
His question brought Jett up short. “Fuck! She’s still inside. C’mon.” Addie! Are you all right?
Help me, Jett! Hurry.
We’re almost there. Spinning about, he teleported to a spot just outside the makeup trailer. With a fight in progress in such a small space, it was too dangerous to land inside, but it felt as if it took him forever to race up the stairs and open the door. With Locan on his heels, Jett slipped inside into absolute chaos.
* * *
Addie ducked and rolled beneath the demon’s lumbering charge, but the trailer wasn’t large enough to give her much room for escape, and the big, hulking brute moved too damned fast. The other demons scattered out of the way—all except for Ukopach. He was jumping up and down and screaming encouragement.
She had to admit, it was a unique experience, having a demon for a cheerleader. Yush lunged to the right but slashed wide with his left arm. Addie spun away, but she wasn’t fast enough. Razor-sharp talons sliced across her back, skipped over bone and cut deep into her shoulder.
“Holy . . .” She stumbled back, barely avoiding another strike. Blood dripped steadily down her arm and soaked the back of her sweater. Her sword slipped in fingers gone numb. She tightened her grip as best she could, but she was losing blood fast. If she couldn’t end this quickly, she’d have to transport home, hope she healed herself, and then return.
In that short time, Yush could escape.
Where in the hell were the guys? Leading with the sword tightly grasped in her left hand, Addie went on the offensive. She slipped in low and
The hose moved like a thing alive, rising into the air, then slamming the heavy brass nozzle against the ground, twisting and turning, shooting powerful streams of water in all directions.
Locan leapt over the comatose bodies in front of him and went straight for Moloch, but the water caught the demon hunter full in the chest and knocked him off his feet. The night sky, brilliantly illuminated with the klieg lights, pulsed with the swirling streams of demons freed by the blast of water, but they had no anchor, no one to guide them or tell them where to go.
And the Moloch demon was headed straight for Jett.
Jett found a spot away from the dancing fire hose and stood his ground, a long sword in one hand, his short sword in the other.
Moloch put his head down and charged. Jett dipped low beneath the sharp horns and thrust forward and up with the shorter blade. Locan leapt to the creature’s back and buried his short sword between the creature’s powerful shoulder blades. Jett felt his blade slide off of bone, but then it ripped through muscles and tendons. The demon shrieked, slashed out with its powerful arms and clawed hands. Then it reached behind itself for Locan, but Jett’s partner was forcing his short sword deeper, going for the spine. Suddenly the demon stopped in its tracks and dropped.
Locan jumped away as the demon fell, pulling the short sword free and swinging his longer blade. The bull-like head rolled away from the still quivering body. Dark blood sprayed the ground, steaming against the asphalt, sizzling where it met puddles from the fire hose.
Breathing hard, Jett raced across the parking lot and cut the water pressure. The fire hose stopped dancing and dropped with a loud clatter. The only sound was the quiet groaning of once-possessed human actors returning to consciousness. The Moloch demon was dead. The cameraman, looking slightly stunned, continued filming the carnage. Of all of them, it appeared he was the only one not possessed.
Locan wiped his blade on the dead demon’s hairy leg. He sheathed his weapon as the demon’s body continued steaming and began to decompose. Then he raised his head and frowned, gazing about the area. “Where’s Addie?”
His question brought Jett up short. “Fuck! She’s still inside. C’mon.” Addie! Are you all right?
Help me, Jett! Hurry.
We’re almost there. Spinning about, he teleported to a spot just outside the makeup trailer. With a fight in progress in such a small space, it was too dangerous to land inside, but it felt as if it took him forever to race up the stairs and open the door. With Locan on his heels, Jett slipped inside into absolute chaos.
* * *
Addie ducked and rolled beneath the demon’s lumbering charge, but the trailer wasn’t large enough to give her much room for escape, and the big, hulking brute moved too damned fast. The other demons scattered out of the way—all except for Ukopach. He was jumping up and down and screaming encouragement.
She had to admit, it was a unique experience, having a demon for a cheerleader. Yush lunged to the right but slashed wide with his left arm. Addie spun away, but she wasn’t fast enough. Razor-sharp talons sliced across her back, skipped over bone and cut deep into her shoulder.
“Holy . . .” She stumbled back, barely avoiding another strike. Blood dripped steadily down her arm and soaked the back of her sweater. Her sword slipped in fingers gone numb. She tightened her grip as best she could, but she was losing blood fast. If she couldn’t end this quickly, she’d have to transport home, hope she healed herself, and then return.
In that short time, Yush could escape.
Where in the hell were the guys? Leading with the sword tightly grasped in her left hand, Addie went on the offensive. She slipped in low and
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