The next pack came charging from the broken market steps, four Slug Demons dragging themselves forward in ugly, wet masses while two Humanoid Demons raced behind them on bent, unnatural legs.
Their bodies were all wrong in different ways—too many ribs showing through stretched flesh, too much black saliva at the mouth, too much hunger in the eyes.
One of the Slug Demons opened its folded maw and spat a line of corrosive sludge across the stone, trying to force the two women apart.
"I have it!" Thor answered with a crack of lightning that split the spit in midair and turned the front half of the charge into smoking ruin.
Kestrel slid in from the side immediately after, her body moving with clean, ruthless balance. She cut once through the first Humanoid Demon's wrist, then stepped through its line and drove the second Dragonsword across its abdomen in a flat, efficient slash that spilled black-purple blood over the street.
