I slammed my fist up into the jaw of the second demon but had to immediately block a kick that sent me sliding back. The second demon, coming out and seeing that I was just a human fighting with my bare hands had tossed his hammer aside. The charred and burnt skin flexed and cracked to heal again before they both started laying into me.
I wasn't doing great, but I wasn't losing. That shithead drunk that was my father had been great for prepping me with fighting skill, and I had warded all of the major strikes. I had taken a few blows, but my body absorbed them, and I used my moment to fight against them. More than once I made them run into each other, making them have a little spat about something in the demon.
I used this time to catch my breath and stretch out a bit more. There was no point in trying to run, these things were faster than me, and only my strength and training were keeping me on my feet.
