The demon came fast.
Faster than anything that size should have been capable of. Inigo barely had time to dive aside as the monster's massive blade cleaved the space where he had stood a second before. The impact cracked the ground, spraying shards of stone and organic fluid into the air.
"Korrik, left!" Inigo shouted.
The warrior swung his greatsword wide, but the demon caught it mid-strike with one armored gauntlet and twisted—metal screeched, sparks flew, and Korrik was flung backward again.
"Damn it!" Lyra loosed an arrow toward the demon's eye. It deflected harmlessly off its helm.
"His armor's too thick!" Arienne yelled from the side, hands glowing as she prepared another spell.
Inigo fired. His M4 Carbine roared, enchanted rounds slamming into the demon's chest. The impacts sparked against the obsidian-like plates, some chipping away fragments—but they barely slowed it down.
He saw it with his own eyes: The bullets were doing something. Just not enough.
