The whole room exploded in an uproar as the sound of rapid gunfire tore through the night. Lila went to the ground immediately and crawled her way to safety behind a desk. Cortez's laugh was loud and maniacal. In his eyes, he saw victory. He was winning, and damn did it feel good.
Or so he thought.
Lucifer had both hands raised, guarding his face against the bullets that ricocheted off him in blistering succession. He couldn't dodge all the bullets and he knew it. Not with the present state of his powers.
But he also knew he could take them. He just had to be faster. And smarter.
In a flash, he propelled his mass away from the center and rammed his shoulders into the midsection nearest man to the walls. The man coughed out and immediately gasped for air. His lungs burned and in panic, his fingers seized the trigger of his gun. With no support from his other arm, the gun shook vigorously and the bullets rattled in every possible direction.
