Location:
Cogsfell
12.000 hours
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Katherine’s doll appeared behind Rat, immediately swinging forth with its halberd, catching the demons maw mid swing and stopping it mostly in its tracks long enough for Leoniya to grab something from her belt. Spinning on her feet, she’d toss it into the air, a oblong, roughly oval shaped object. She immediately swung her wrench at it, catching it on the flat end of it as she’d slam both the object and the wrench into the creatures maw.

Grabbing the doll, Leoniya followed through by slamming her foot into the demons head, sending her stumbling off the tank and to the ground, followed by the rat woman, leaping down on top of the demon and impaling her with the spike on the end of her wrench.

“Katherine! Now!”

The demon tried clawing at the weapon that was holding her down, growling ferally at the rat woman as she’d struggle to wiggle out from under her. The last uninjured tendril would swing around, making to knock Leoniya off…only for an explosion from something embedded in the creatures soft flesh to immediately explode, blasting the thing completely apart and giving Katherine enough time to seal the demon.

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The girl didn’t struggle, or do anything really. Didn’t make any attempts at moving, speaking, or even acknowledging what was happening around her. The fact it made carrying her easier, was barely even a small blessing.

Polina’s bullets ripped through the demons flesh, impacting their relatively weak and not very well put together joints, ripping off chunks of flesh and briefly stopping its movements as it’d stumble to the ground, spilling its blood as it’d try and get back to its feet, its body shuddering and painfully snapping as its flesh and sinew would try and return to form.

The bullets Lucrecia loosed towards the hellhounds struck true. Thankfully, if the Hellhounds themselves did not have such regenerative abilities and with the well placed shots the demons fell to the ground, lifeless as their humanoid handlers would hiss angrily in a manner that seemed to suggest they didn’t quite like the hounds dying. They would back off from the maids lightly, seemingly considering the fact that the maids clearly were more formidable foes then they thought.

“...ah…” It was in this brief lull that the little girl would make a quiet sound somewhere between a sob and a shout. “Are…you with the other maids?” She’d squeak out.