The pastor's eyes were flaming red slits as they narrowed their focus onto the honey-colored lady before him. Rhychard watched as he stretched his arms, the claws of Vargas ripping through human flesh, blood dripping from the open wounds. “You!" He pointed an arm—half demon, half human—at Buttercup. “You should have stayed hidden."
Rhychard reached over his shoulder and drew his sword. The blade glowed a deep blue, its heat filling his hand as the voices of a dozen Warriors screamed for release. They wanted to slay the demon. Rhychard was okay with that. :Adrian is Vargas! He's going after Buttercup.: Rhychard did a springboard leap off the ledge and out over the congregation. Kree roared, sending most of the hysterical mob around them scrambling. Rhychard tucked his head under, did a som
