Tamia had never in her life thought she’d be using a magic silver chainsaw to kill hordes of demons trying to eat her. But here she was.
Her and Jeremy couldn’t wait out in the house, even with the wards, they were somehow able to get in. And instead letting their foul selves ruin their place, Jeremy and Tamia met them outside.
A leader of a near extinct race, the krache pwazon, or poison spitters, were red skinned and built mean. And with their acidic spit making it hard to get close to them, Tamia had been burned twice. And she couldn’t go for a third time.
So, while her goal had to be never hurt another living person. They weren’t living, or people, so she didn’t hold back anymore.
Jeremy held his own against several demons at a time. Not letting too many gang up on him, he
