The sound of flesh tearing rang out. The demon's blade met human flesh—but it didn't belong to Amon.
Kaelra had stepped in between.
The blade pierced into her left shoulder. She didn't block it with her sword, because she intended to use it to cut down Kalrik.
Her sword slashed horizontally.
Kalrik's sword was still embedded in her shoulder.
"Damn—"
He stepped back. The blade came out of her flesh—but not cleanly. A deep horizontal cut formed on his chest.
"Ahhh!"
Just then, Harvey came beside him, slashing vertically at Kalrik's left shoulder.
Kalrik turned slightly aside, avoiding it.
His hand extended toward Harvey's heart. His nails elongated, blazing with red aura.
Ready to tear into his chest.
But another arrow struck his hand.
"Fuck!" he screamed in pain.
Amon was already standing and yelled, "Hold him. Both of you!"
