The blade pierced right through the demon's skin, slicing bone and muscle until it struck the heart. The Arachnus didn't stop, but the scream of pain it let loose answered the question of whether Winterthorn could harm a demon. Parry wasn't about to wait and see how long it would take to die though. His own sword swept horizontally over the creature's neck, severing its spine.

The creature collapsed on its remaining legs, oozing a black ichorous blood before its form began to evaporate into a dark smoke, rising skyward. The blue flame it clutched in one hand rose skyward, then sped off east into the heart of the city.

[i]A nest. Fucking hell.[/i]

Parry, back to business, slid his sword into his bathing suit at the hip and approached Rikive, eyeing the wound, then her face. Sirens wailed in the distance, getting closer to the water park.

"Look at me. Look at me, Riki. Do you feel numb, nauseous or faint? Or just pain?"