My sword in my hands i began to attack. Hacking, slicing, cutting, stabbing. Trying to disjoint as many creatures from there limbs as possible as Ivy fired into there never ending masses.
"We need to move"
I have no idea how girls in movies make killing look graceful. Their hair down blowing in the wind. Their swords sparkling as it finishes a death blow, or lops someone's head off. Let me tell you it is not nearly that graceful or pretty in real life. My hair dose not blow nicely in the wind it gets all clumpy with blood and sweat as it sticks to my face and covers my eyes, and my blade is far from being able to sparkle in any light. Not to mention im being attacked by a ratio of 10 to one. Not the easiest fight.
I'm making a difference though so its alright, unless they touch one of my pack. Then ill kill them all. I thought not realy thinking of myself.
"Ulva you ready to move?" Ivy yelled.
"Any time!" I said as one of the demons with wings tried to get me from behind.
"Lets go on three!" He said moving to get his last mag.
"Three!" I yelled not waiting for one or two, and simply detonating the explosive id been hoping to save. I needed it now i could make more latter.
Running as fast as i could with my various injuries and already tired state after working so long. Ivy right in front of me. Quickly navigating the matrix that is this dead but undecided placement area, we took a sharp left the demons starting to recuperate. Giving our last effort we took a final leap into an almost bottomless pit of salt water, causing the demons to stop short.
Apparently its not holy water and salt that hurts demons but its salt water. The living were close but not quite there.
My fresh wounds burning is the salt entered my flesh, at least it got the blood and dirt out of my hair. Ivy turned in the water laughing and starting to head out towards our home. Following him i stepped out of the water into our nice worm house.