There was something about the grey creatures that sent Ruslan into a frenzy of revulsion. He fought like a demon himself. He punched and kicked furiously. The demons were nearly naked so he could see their repulsive, dark grey, hairless scrawny bodies, and their spindly limbs. When they touched him, his skin crawled.
Individually, they were smaller than he was, but there were dozens of others who were human-size swarming across the rubble to help. He knew immediately that they were the Drekavac, the screamers, the mythical demons Owlyn had warned them about.
But what he didn't understand was as much as he fought them, they didn't seem to try to harm him back. The little ones chittered like insects and darted excitedly around him, snatching his clothes, then jumping back to avoid his flai
