Amon's vision was blurred. He could not see well. The demon's palm wrapped tightly around his neck, choking him and making it hard to breathe.
Kalrik thrust his sword forward. The tip dug into Amon's stomach. But it only went halfway in and did not tear through the other side. Because an arrow shot toward him.
"Argggh!" Amon groaned in pain.
"Tch!" Kalrik clicked his tongue, pulled his sword out of Amon's stomach, and swung it at the incoming arrow.
Clang!
Mira was standing on her legs, struggling. She had taken out a spare bow from her storage ring. Her old one was no longer usable.
Blood streamed down from her mouth.
Derrick had already moved, appearing on the other side of Kalrik.
Kalrik threw Amon aside onto the ground.
Thud.
His blade met Derrick's dagger.
Clang!
Lightning sparks spread from Derrick's dagger.
His bloodshot eyes stared at Kalrik with pure rage.
"Somebody is angry," Kalrik mocked.
His blade shone with a dark red color.
He pushed Derrick back.
