Chapter Eight
Drakos Strikes Again (continued)
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The moment he was gone, Willow turned and began slashing at the flames that surrounded them. Smyte cut them apart and they fell to the ground, ashes.
"Go!" shouted Willow above the roar of the remaining fire, practically shoving Jessica and Caltha through. "Hurry!"
But as soon as all three of them were through, Willow realized she had forgotten something.
The demons.
The two monsters loomed above them, saliva dripping from their yellowed fangs, red eyes burning savagely. One raised its head and howled.
Willow immediately darted forward and rolled behind its legs, slashing as its tendons as she went. It fell with a scream to the ground, almost crushing Willow, and lay there flailing.
Assuming it was in too much pain to be a threat, Willow turned to the other to help Jessica, who was besieging it with arrows, deal with it, making a mistake that almost cost her her life.
The demon was in enormous agony, but though crippled, it did not want to give up the chance of an easy meal. With one of its powerful arms, it swiped at her, raking its claws across her back.
Willow screamed in pain, then fell to her knees, dragging herself out of the beast's reach. "Take Caltha and go!" she shouted to Jessica. "Find Tyron! Help him!"
"No!" Jessica yelled back. "I won't leave you behind!"
"Jessica, I'll only slow you down! leave before he comes--!"
She suddenly drew in a sharp breath and stared at the crossbow bolt piercing her heart.
She looked up and, through the darkening haze, saw Drakos, his face sorrowful, holding a crossbow.
Then she fell to the earth as the sun began to rise, a sunrise she would never see.
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