The demon sneered, his claws tightening cruelly around Hank's struggling form.
"What now, little pest? Your speed won't save you now."
With a roar, he slammed Hank into the ground. The impact was brutal, the sound of feathers and flesh hitting stone echoing through the arena. Black ichor dripped from the demon's earlier wounds, but he ignored them, raising a clawed hand for the killing blow.
Arthur's voice cut through the chaos like a whip.
"Lupin! Sunless! Attack him now!"
The summons surged forward instantly. Lupin darted to the demon's side, his fangs aiming for the demon's arm. Sunless moved with precision, his blade arcing downward toward the demon's exposed back.
But the demon ignored them. His blazing eyes locked onto Hank, who lay crumpled at his feet, weak and barely moving.
Arthur's hand shot up, dark energy crackling around his fingers. His voice was sharp and commanding. "Hank, escape!"
