Shazi and the Demons of the First Order (Book 1)

Sari

Fighting is an understatement of what the demon did. 

She flew, gracefully and deadly, towards the officers. 

The first row sprang into action the moment she took another step, and within a moment, she had dislocated several of the mens' shoulders by grabbing onto their arms and pulling hard. 

She twisted around them like a marionette, her strings never tangling in the otherwise embarrassing mess of the officers as they found themselves on top of each other and unable to move their arms. 

Their legs, however, were kicked to the bone by the demon, her heel landing in the knees and popping the bone out of their sockets. 

The officers howled in pain and clutched their knees, all while the demon passed over to the second row. 

They had blades attached to their boots, and if I hadn't taken history class, I would've mistaken that for seventeenth-century wear for the twenty-first. 

She actually grinned at the sight of gleaming blades in the officers' hands, and when she pounced on one of them, she easily swiped two blades right out of the officer's hands and pushed away from him, only to land on the floor behind her on her two feet. 

She swung the blades in her hands and laughed. 

"Is that really the best you can do?" she asked, then laughed maniacally. 

The officers sprung towards her, and she swiped at them, their legs and arms, with her stolen blades. They yelped in pain as they passed her, their legs bleeding from the thighs and their arms all over. 

She slid to the middle of the long hall where she was in between the two groups of officers; the second and third row. 

"What do you say, gentlemen? Hand-to-hand? Or armed combat? I'm okay with either or. Because, after all, I can do both." she said, and then grinned, the small fangs in place of her canine teeth showing in the light.

The officers screamed as they ran towards her at super speed, and in that same speed, the demon rushed at them like the predator that she was. 

She slashed up a man's torso with the blade, then kicked him over with a simple jab from her knee. Then, as another officer grabbed onto her arm, she butted him in the face with her elbow and kicked him in the leg with the back of her foot. 

Both men howled in pain and went down on their knees on the ground. When a man was running towards her from his hiding spot in the corner of the long hall, she grinned and twirled the blade in her hand before catching it and throwing it at the officer. 

It hit dead-on in the center of his forehead, and he crumbled to the floor in a heap of dead body. An officer came up behind the demon and tried to grab her, but she hooked her arm around his shoulders and kneed him in the stomach, then tossed him over to join the dead man hit in the forehead with one of her blades. 

Seeing that she only had one knife left in her hands, she growled and jumped, doing a double somersault in the air before landing right next to the dead man's body, her hand swiftly taking out the blade from his forehead. 

She turned around, blew a loose strand of hair from her eyes, and concentrated her attention on the five or so men that were left. 

Grinning like a maniac, she ran towards them, blades outstretched. The officers, obviously stupid as they were, rushed to meet her in the middle of the hallway in combat. She stabbed the first man that met her in the chest, then pushed him back with her foot and dug out the knife before he landed on the ground.