Dexter Washington swung the club about, hitting the hell-hound right in
face and sending it sprawling back to where it belonged. He didn't know
how much longer he would be able to keep this up, but he knew he was
having one hell of a good time.
"These beasts just keep coming
and coming," he shouted to the others and then added as a wry joke, "We
need to reach a save point."
"Well, we can hold them off as long
as possible," Wraith replied. She was flipping and weaving amongst the
group, tossing shurikens like m&m's at a party. She was doing her
best to keep each and everyone of the beasts that surrounded them at bay. "I
only hope the others made it through safely."
"... and lo though I
walked through the valley..." spoke Darius with bible held high in his
hand in front of him keeping the demonic beasts away, and the book began
to shine a very holy light all the while he was reciting a passage.
"There
he goes again into his thumper mode," the demonic imp Twofeathers
commented as she flapped her wings about Dexter, trying hard not to get
caught in his swings and trying to stay above the snapping jaws of the
hounds of hell that were waiting to rend her limb from limb.
"It
just might be our saving grace," Dexter replied. He had swung his bat
again and took out another beast that had made a mad lunge at him.
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