Confused as hell, he tried to stab it, but as it moved like air itself, he kept tactfully trying to back it into a corner. Spinning on his heel, connecting his chain to the blade, he watched it fly into the demon attacking him and a bright light burst from it. Confused as he approached it cautiously, he kicked it and then tried to magically lift the cloak from the body.
But when it didn’t budge, he risked trying to pull it off to see the fucker’s face. Only for the second he touched the robe? For it to disolve and him to realize too late that he’d been had.
A person from behind too stealthy and stabbing him in the back before he could move, the hot white blade shooting light through him? Burned, and Oisin’s head fell back as tears of blood streamed down his face.
A hand covering him
