XanatosForever
Steward of RP
While some seemed to be faring better than others, it seemed as though Sasha was right in her claim that they were outnumbered. As if to prove her point, no sooner had Eric sent a batch of demons flying than they leapt up at him, still very numerous, digging their vicious claws into his skin as they clambered towards his head.
"OW OW OW! KNOCK IT OFF!" Eric boomed, his afterglow almost blinding at his current size and raging red, as he shook his leg and swiped at the demons with his hands. They held fast, though, buried deep into his flesh like ticks, and the moment they had reprieve, they resumed their climb with even more intensity. Soon his shins were swarming with the black breeds, and Eric could feel them tearing at him. He couldn't keep it up, he had to...
"Shift!" he cried out in agony, and knew immediately it had worked as he suddenly saw the mass of demons falling from where their former target had been. The only problem now, they were falling towards him! Eric ducked and weaved about the legs of the still standing demons, and when he felt he was in a good position, he grew back to his normal height and sprinted back towards the rest of the chosen.
"Well, that was a bad idea," Eric winced as he skid to a halt beside Sasha, "How are you guys holding up?" He noticed out of the corner of his eye a bow resting against a tree with a quiver of arrows. Seriously? he thought to himself, but didn't question the luck of the matter. He quickly reached the tree and with practiced ease, slid the quiver over his torso, pulling an arrow from it. He then turned towards the breeds, nocked the arrow, aimed, and released, hearing the satisfying twang that marked a well-made bow.
The arrow struck true, catching one of the demons in the throat, where it clutched at the shaft for a moment before crumpling in a heap. Eric strafed back towards Sasha, not relenting in his barrage of feathery death. "Sorry," he replied in between shots, "so is everyone doing alright?"