Chapter Eight
Drakos Strikes Again (continued)
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"No!" gasped Willow. "Jessica, Caltha, run! I'll hold him off!"
Drakos laughed from ahead. "'Hold me off?' I'm sorry to say that even with that pretty little sword of yours, you wouldn't be able to, as you said, 'hold me off' for very long. And I wouldn't bet on their escape, either."
As if on cue, four huge demons with sharp, murderous-looking teeth and talons emerged from the undergrowth, surrounding the three of them.
"Willow," muttered Jessica, "We can't get away from these things. They're wearing armor. Guthix knows where they got armor that huge. But it looks like dragon, and hell will freeze over before my arrows puncture that."
Caltha was staring at the demons with a grim determination in her eyes. She was refusing to cry or scream. Willow's heart swelled at the bravery of the small girl, whom she had begun to think of as a younger sister.
Suddenly, a plume of flame came from ahead and quickly spread into a ring around Willow, Jessica, and Caltha. The flames were so high and hot, the demons were lost to view. Drakos stepped through the inferno with an evil smile on his face.
"So sad to see that your little group split up. I assume it was the side effects of that poison I slipped into your boyfriend's water."
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Tyron was still steaming with anger, but he didn't know why. Ace walked over and looked at his face.
"Tyron... Your face is very pale... And I've never seen you act like that. What's going on?"
"I don't know," said Tyron through gritted teeth. "Damn, I feel sick..."
Suddenly, without warning, he collapsed to the floor.
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