The Heronclaw Chronicles

Whipping his head in Alaric’s direction, Gabriel could see the scene unwinding as Alaric shoved the demon away with his feet, kicking it off again. Using the spare time he had to scurry back, Alaric fumbled with his firearm. The Osis demon started to draw closer again, as Gabriel stepped forward, and Alaric started to open fire. In a series of rapid succession, four or five shots were fired into the demonic creature’s torso and head. The demon lurched forward, falling atop of him, as a strangled breath escaped the demon. Alaric grunted from beneath, As it started to move, faintly. It was still alive. Alaric let out a low, animalistic growl as he set his firearm down again, his hand crackling as claws starting to tear out from beneath the flesh. He shoved his hand right through the chest of the demon, coming through the other side covered in blood and ichor. He threw the limp body off him, letting his head drop against the concrete. Gabriel moved forward slowly, stopping just beside him. Breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling slowly. Alaric’s eyes opened to reveal the midnight blue orbs, looking up at him. His bloodied hair and stubble glistened in the light as he leaned his head to the left, looking over at the carcass. “You used your sidearm first. Why?” Alaric chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Don’t start. I thought it would kill it.” Gabriel laughed, holding his hand out. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up. We got places to be.” (Pulled from the ending of the Introduction.)