Edwin grabbed the last of the terrified children. Blood streaked on his face, and his uniform was shredded from claw marks.
"Hang on!" he shouted, swinging the small boy over his shoulder. With one last burst of strength, Edwin hurled the child across the gap to the safer side of the bridge where earlier survivors were huddled.
The boy landed with a cry, immediately pulled to safety by Alina's healing assistants.
Edwin staggered and turned back toward the battlefield.
"Kael Ashford," he said through clenched teeth and with anger, "we will talk later—after we finish every last one of these."
Kael didn't respond.
He grabbed his weapon and the weapon felt like a slab of iron.
The first wave came, a mix of lean, wolf-like fiends and hulking, horned brutes. Their claws slashed through the air with a sound like tearing metal.
Edwin, stepped forward with a sharp shout. Sparks burst as steel met claw, and three demons fell in a single arc of his weapon.
