Page 104 of Warrior Unraveled

Without questioning, he followed her command, and a second dagger whizzed past him, hitting the other demon, felling him like a dead tree.

“Damn it, Virginia, run, save Deirdre and yourself!”

But she didn’t listen to him, didn’t even reply.

More demons were rushing toward them now, the demons he’d temporarily disabled with his wall of water. They’d recovered and were running to help their brethren.

“Fuck!” Virginia cursed.

Wesley saw it, too: from the back of the truck, more demons were emerging, a veritable army was descending on them.

“We’re fucked!” Wes let out.

All around them, demons were approaching, some trying to break in from their right flank, others charging straight ahead.

A scream made him spin his head. Next to the Toyota, the faux cop had grabbed Deirdre.

Wes sent a spear of water toward him, causing him to lose his grip on the woman, but a moment later, the demon regained his balance again. Sneering, he snatched Deirdre again.

“Out of daggers,” Virginia called out next to him. From the corner of his eye he saw her vanish, cloaking herself, as she lunged for the demons on the ground to retrieve her weapons. Despite her power, the rain made her silhouette visible.

A demon jumped on her. Wesley flung himself toward them and drove his dagger into the asshole’s back, then kicked him off Virginia. But more demons were coming at them like an endless stream.

The sound of motorcycles suddenly roared over the shouts and grunts of the demons.

Wesley whipped his head around and saw four figures on motorcycles charging toward them. Three of them he recognized immediately. The hybrids: Amaury’s twins, Damian and Benjamin, and Grayson, Samson’s son. The fourth motorcyclist was clad in thick Kevlar gear and a dark headshield that, unlike a regular helmet, covered not only his face, but also his throat and nape from UV-rays: this could only be Luther, in his prison uniform.

All four charged into the melee, their engines revving, attacking the demons from behind simply by mowing them down. Grayson and one of the twins slithered to the ground, letting their motorcycles slam into a group of demons, while they rolled off and pulled their guns from their holsters, aiming into the crowd. Yet their guns did little damage. Bullets could injure demons, but they couldn’t kill them, and despite their wounds, many continued fighting.

The second twin and Luther drove straight through the crowd and swerved to meet Wesley, then let their bikes slide to the ground and drew their weapons too.

“About time!” Wes grunted.

“Sorry, bro, bit of an accident back at the exit ramp,” Luther replied and barreled toward a demon, firing at him.

“Bullets can’t kill them!” Wesley yelled after him.

Virginia was on her feet again, having recovered her daggers. She resumed her fighting stance, ready to re-engage the enemy, when another scream sounded from behind them.

Wes spun his head in the direction of the scream. “Shit, he’s got Deirdre.”

“I’m on it!” Virginia yelled and kicked a demon out of her way, before charging in the direction of the Toyota.

Wesley tried to follow, but the demon Virginia had leveled rose back up before him and attacked furiously.

“Fucking demon, die already!” Wesley gripped his dagger more tightly and lunged for his attacker. But another one came at him from the side.

“Shit!”

Fighting against two demons now, Wes held his attackers off as best he could, drawing on his magic whenever he could to launch walls of water to distract and disorient them. For a while, it seemed to work. But the demons kept coming.

“Rip their heads off!” Wes yelled toward Luther and the hybrids. The Scanguards men were valiant fighters, but they were outnumbered. However, with vampire speed on their side, they were able to at least hold the demons back, wounding and even killing several of their adversaries.

Green blood spurted everywhere. The hybrids were getting the hang of it, using their sharp claws to inflict damage on the demons. But they were being driven back now. And Luther, hindered by his heavy Kevlar uniform couldn’t even use his claws to fight. He had to rely on pure brute strength to battle his attackers.

Then all of the sudden, more men swarmed in. It took Wesley a split-second to recognize them through the rain: Scanguards.

The sun had finally set.