The Riches of Power

The Traveling

POV Ryder

I stood there watching the incoming onslaught. I was the first to defend. I threw eight of my throwing knifes, four in each hand, at two of traipses. The blades had made straight lines at their designated targets and their wounds steamed. The Traipses had cowered in its spot, letting out agonizing screams as it tried to pull out the blades. Awkwardly its long limbs attempted to yank them out of the wounds, but was incapable.

Following my initiate attack gunfire was heard from beside me and the air beside me had been cut by one of Michael's arrows, striking its target on its neck. Causing the large creature to trip over itself, its large mass and momentum forced it to roll to a stop, crushing a few cars in its wake. Karen, Charles, Calvin, and Pieper had stormed forward, slicing their way through the hoard. Elaina allowed waves of acid to flow into the street towards the creatures, dissolving a few of the Traipses and melting the metal of some of the cars.

My gaze caught that of Vinnidon who watched from a distance, his eyes conniving. Like a lion stalking a gazelle he watched and moved on the outskirts of the battle. His brother was itching to jump into battle, but he loitered the border of combat waiting for his brothers command, who he was focused on the melee weapon's attacking than on us who stayed some ways back. I pulled a single knife from one of the straps from my chest. I bounced it in my hand determining my capability.

He definitely wasn't close, but I did have a clear shot and he was distracted. I positioned the blade in my hand before throwing it towards his figure. I was sure I would hit his torso, but in the last second he had glanced. His expression one of exasperation as he barely blocked the attack with his metal halo, shielding him from all injury, and providing a metal layer of protection. As the tendrils unfurled his face was of annoyance and irritation as he sent me a loathing look.

We had already started backing up towards the subway staircase. But when Vinnidon barrelled forward, followed by is brother on the opposite end of the street, we had quickened our pace. We were all well aware that the twins would be harder to defeat simply because their metal extensions. It was like their own personal force field, that doubles as excellent transportation, and triples as a murderous weapon.

Then something unexpected happened. A young toddler of a girl had decided to run out into the street, oblivious to her mother's desperate cries and the chaos that encompassed her. The anguished woman lurked toward her daughter only to be stopped by a few men, who only thought about her safety. The child was in the clear path of Vidon, who seemed to quicken his approach. A bumbling traipse was dangerously close to the toddler, almost instinctively I threw the dagger into the neck of the creature, relieving and hazard. But all I could do was watch helplessly as Vidon neared.

Right before there was an impact a loud of metal scraping against metal could be heard. Charles and Calvin stood defensively in front of the still unsuspecting child, their blades holding off the demon's bloodthirsty rage. Karen swung over the blade of her scythe, landing in a crouch near the girl. In a quick fluent motion she swept the child into her arms and dashed into the store from whence the girl came. She passed the child to the despairing mother who gave a great appreciation and gratitude. My attention was drawn away from her and back to Charles and Calvin. They were beginning to struggle to maintain their resistance, and Vidon seemed like he was only exerting more pressure. In a final effort the demon had unfurled and his metal talons were ready to plunge into the backs of my friends. Charles and Calvin were stunned by his movements, I took my opportunity and threw a eight of my knifes, four in each hand, towards the creature. His reflexes were quick, like his brothers. He had wiped six of them out of the air, but two had struck, one cut a gash across his right cheek and the other lodged into his side. He let out a hiss, but my actions had distracted him and Charles and Calvin took chance to strike. Two of the three blades sliced through his rubbery wrinkled skin, spilling black blood onto the pavement. His cries were ear piercing, but what sent fear down my spine was his brothers wrathful roar.