Montoya thought for sure that she was a goner. She could feel the hot breath intensely against her skin. She could feel the sliminess of its drool against her neck. Its rancid breath filled her nose. Then, suddenly, it was gone. Fresh air filled her lungs again as a cool breeze brushed against her skin.
Montoya opened her eyes and saw a large, robotic figure holding the immensely large creature in the air with one hand. It seemed that it was studying the creature. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around.
"Inside!" Damien yelled. "Now!"
Montoya didn't need to hear that again. Before she could comprehend what had just happened in the past few seconds she was inside the vacant building that served as a back door entrance to Croaton Computers. For a second she felt safe, but she heard the sounds of a struggle outside.
Against her better judgement, the young Puerto Rican girl opened the door a crack and peeked outside. She saw the large creature that attacked her and for the first time saw how massive it really was. It was closely rivaled by the robotic figure who fought alongside Damien. She had heard Network say something about a new guy named Paul and she figured that she was looking at him. She hoped that it was truly on their side for if not, then they were all in trouble.
The creature smacked Damien aside like a ragdoll and made a beeline attack for the opponent that actually posed a threat. Paul moved with blinding speed and sent the monster flipping back about ten feet or so.
"God, he's so strong," Montoya muttered to herself.
You know we could take all of them.
Not now!
We almost died because you're so damn stubborn.
Well, we didn't. So do me a favor and SHUT UP!
She hated it when her "other" came forward. She had been doing it more lately since that witch in Cleveland invaded her mind. "The Pull" had weakened but the "other" had taken a more dominant personality, almost like she was sharing her body with someone, or something, else. And it was getting harder to fight her. When this was over she had to tell Damien and Network that there was a chance she might not be able to keep holding her back.
Paul planted another right hook into the creature's massive jaws. Montoya could see that the creature was stunned. Now, hopefully, they could end this murder spree here and now.
There was no such luck. As Paul approached the creature it leapt onto Paul's head, knocking him to the ground. Montoya could see the metal frame of Paul's head as the creature tried to crush him between its jaws. Montoya glanced at Damien, but he was still unconscious.
We have to help him...it...whatever!
We can't. YOU can't!
Then, he will die. And who do you think will be next?
There was a winding sound emanating from Paul. It built in intensity and finally unleashed as Paul brought his fist into the creature's chest. There was a sickening cracking sound and the creature flew a good ten feet into the air before crashing to the ground. It moaned and slowly returned to its feet. It hissed at Paul, then turn and ran down the alley.
"It is getting away," Paul said, trying to run behind it but to little avail.
Montoya opened the door and rushed to Damien's side. He was starting to regain consciousness now. "What can you do about it?" she asked Paul with a cynical tone in her voice. "You look like your batteries are running low."
"I drained my immediate power reserves freeing myself from its clutches. They will recharge fully in approximately three minutes and twenty-seven seconds."
"And by then it will be gone," Montoya spat. "I heard something crack, but it took off pretty quick. Heals fast?"
Paul finally turned and looked at Montoya. "It is an Ogrellan demon. Its body recovers from superficial damage at an extraordinary rate. Internal damage requires the consumption of flesh. Human, demon, or otherwise. The blow I dealt it was highly lethal. The Ogrellan will feed, and soon."
Montoya opened her eyes and saw a large, robotic figure holding the immensely large creature in the air with one hand. It seemed that it was studying the creature. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around.
"Inside!" Damien yelled. "Now!"
Montoya didn't need to hear that again. Before she could comprehend what had just happened in the past few seconds she was inside the vacant building that served as a back door entrance to Croaton Computers. For a second she felt safe, but she heard the sounds of a struggle outside.
Against her better judgement, the young Puerto Rican girl opened the door a crack and peeked outside. She saw the large creature that attacked her and for the first time saw how massive it really was. It was closely rivaled by the robotic figure who fought alongside Damien. She had heard Network say something about a new guy named Paul and she figured that she was looking at him. She hoped that it was truly on their side for if not, then they were all in trouble.
The creature smacked Damien aside like a ragdoll and made a beeline attack for the opponent that actually posed a threat. Paul moved with blinding speed and sent the monster flipping back about ten feet or so.
"God, he's so strong," Montoya muttered to herself.
You know we could take all of them.
Not now!
We almost died because you're so damn stubborn.
Well, we didn't. So do me a favor and SHUT UP!
She hated it when her "other" came forward. She had been doing it more lately since that witch in Cleveland invaded her mind. "The Pull" had weakened but the "other" had taken a more dominant personality, almost like she was sharing her body with someone, or something, else. And it was getting harder to fight her. When this was over she had to tell Damien and Network that there was a chance she might not be able to keep holding her back.
Paul planted another right hook into the creature's massive jaws. Montoya could see that the creature was stunned. Now, hopefully, they could end this murder spree here and now.
There was no such luck. As Paul approached the creature it leapt onto Paul's head, knocking him to the ground. Montoya could see the metal frame of Paul's head as the creature tried to crush him between its jaws. Montoya glanced at Damien, but he was still unconscious.
We have to help him...it...whatever!
We can't. YOU can't!
Then, he will die. And who do you think will be next?
There was a winding sound emanating from Paul. It built in intensity and finally unleashed as Paul brought his fist into the creature's chest. There was a sickening cracking sound and the creature flew a good ten feet into the air before crashing to the ground. It moaned and slowly returned to its feet. It hissed at Paul, then turn and ran down the alley.
"It is getting away," Paul said, trying to run behind it but to little avail.
Montoya opened the door and rushed to Damien's side. He was starting to regain consciousness now. "What can you do about it?" she asked Paul with a cynical tone in her voice. "You look like your batteries are running low."
"I drained my immediate power reserves freeing myself from its clutches. They will recharge fully in approximately three minutes and twenty-seven seconds."
"And by then it will be gone," Montoya spat. "I heard something crack, but it took off pretty quick. Heals fast?"
Paul finally turned and looked at Montoya. "It is an Ogrellan demon. Its body recovers from superficial damage at an extraordinary rate. Internal damage requires the consumption of flesh. Human, demon, or otherwise. The blow I dealt it was highly lethal. The Ogrellan will feed, and soon."