Calhoun dusted his hands, and when he raised his gaze at the other demons, in less than fifteen seconds, the rest of the demons fell flat on the ground with their heads ripped open and blood splattered on the snow. And the only standing people now were him and Weasley, whom he had kept alive for the end.
"You aren't a normal person," noted Weasley. He had never seen any vampire or demon ever return like that from the dead. He was positive that Calhoun had died because of the holes in his body and bloodshed on the ground. A person would have easily considered him to be a pile of torn flesh, not knowing what happened.
"I keep hearing that. I wonder why," said Calhoun before jerking his head towards the sword that was on the ground, "Pick it up. I wouldn't like to kill you without a fight." Calhoun used his leg to flip the sword near his leg up in the air for him to catch in his hand.
