The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Chapter 68

Fang saw everything in the room before he even hit the floor.

It seemed like any other church foyer, save for what was going on in it. There were six people gathered around the huge entry doors, which were barricaded with furniture. None of them were armed, and they were part of the Church, rather than the reinforcements. Farther back were two more, these ones wearing the garb of the Demon Hunters, and both of them with their pistols tucked into holsters on their waists. There were three sets of doors farther back, two small and one large, that lead further into the church.

"TIME TO DIE, BITCHES!" He shouted. He had seen everything in the room, but all he had processed was six unarmed, two armed, close. He chuckled as he drew his knife.

He vaguely saw Sentinel jumping through the window behind him, but he was already moving in on the six. They were just turning towards him, eyes wide with surprise and fear. They knew they had fucked up, but they also knew it was far too late to do anything about it. 

He buried his knife right in the middle of the first one. There was a familiar crackle as he sliced through their diaphragm, and the person coughed reflexively. Fang felt his face get spattered with blood and smiled wider, if that was possible. He twisted the knife and drug it out the side of his victim, slicing up all sorts of important things in the process. The victim started to fall, but Fang was already moving.

His second victim was reacting a little quicker than the first. It was swinging in a wide arc, but it may as well have been moving in slow motion for Fang. He ducked the fist and dug his knife in, laying his victim open from one armpit to the other, then around its side. He pulled the knife away and punctuated his line with a stab between the ribs, digging straight into a lung. He laughed as his victim started screaming.

Numbers three, four, and five came at him together, one on either side and the third from dead on. They must have thought they could overpower him with numbers. 

They were wrong. 

Three and four lunged at him at the same time. Fang ducked forward instead, slidinghis knife into its sheath grabbing number five by the back of the neck before it could react. He put his hips into it and slammed it face first the head of three. There was a crunch as its nose broke, and he let go as both of them dropped. Four was just turning towards him, arms still outstretched. Fang grabbed both of its wrists and twisted hard, snapping them. Then he flicked his own wrists, sending the bones of his broken wrists through the skin. Fang dropped it for now and turned. Three was just trying to stand up when he turned back to it.

Well we can't have that, now can we?

Fang slammed his foot into the side of its knee, the sound of a green branch breaking as his victim tumbled to the floor. He looked down and saw that five was holding its nose, so he stomped hard on its face, making it scream. He stomped again, cutting the scream off with a choked sound, before turning to his next victim.

It was starting to back away, putting its hands up. Fang drew two knives from his jacket and tossed them at it. They pierced each shoulder, and it fell backwards against the barricade. He took two large steps and drew his knife. Before his victim could even react, he stabbed it through the eye socket. He withdrew his knife and wiped the blood off on his victim, then turned to see the two Demon Hunters.

They were both standing in the same place they had been when he entered. They were staring at him, pistols drawn but completely forgotten in their hands. They were shaking, and he couldn't blame them. They had just seen him tear apart a half dozen people in under a minute. They were afraid.

Good.

"What's wrong, Demon Hunter?" Fang asked, tilting his head to the side. He saw one of them flinch. Never seen a real demon before?"