Lyle was surrounded by smoke from an explosion, coughing violently when someone grabbed his feet, dragged him a distance, flipped him over, and extinguished the flames on his back.
Ralph's unpleasant face now seemed incredibly warm.
"After we return, I'll settle the score with you," he said, skillfully cleaning the barrel of his gun and stuffing in new bullets as he kept an eye on the dissipating fog, catching a glimpse of a body torn in two from the corner of his eye.
"Sir Lyle!" Karen, donning the phantom of Holy Light Armor, appeared beside him with her war hammer raised high, emitting a blinding light.
Verlet followed closely behind.
The sacred light, like the blazing sun, made the blood servants halt their attack. They retreated quickly, shielding their eyes with their arms, screeching as they fled.
The light wasn't lethal; its primary role was to disperse.
