"Is... could that be its true form?" Raven asked, a slight trepidation edging her tone.
"Crap, I don't know... if it is, then shouldn't your boyfriend be finished with whatever he's doing over there?"
Raven frowned slightly at Helena, but now was not the time. She fixed her gaze on the abomination before them.
Terence stood behind them, a pensive glare on the malevolent creature that loomed before them.
They still had the human minions to deal with, but this one posed a far greater threat than anything they had ever faced.
Helena felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine, but she refused to allow fear to take root.
Digging her boots into the soil, she held the black rod horizontally before her, the tip aimed squarely at the beast's chest.
"Keep the rest away from me," she said lowly. "I'll handle this."
Raven gave a curt nod, spinning away to engage the horde once more with a whirlwind of steel.
