“Help!”
A small group of women and children were running towards them. Behind them was a horde of ghouls, drooling in chase. The monsters were being held off by three wolf girls, who could hardly fend off the creatures by themselves.
Rory did not even take a second to move and rush to their aid. He quickly unsheathed his short swords.
After taking Zamiel’s advice, he now carried two weapons, giving him more options in a fight.
As if razor knife, he plowed into the mob of night monsters, slashing and cutting anything that was in his path. He twirled and spiraled like a lawnmower’s blade, making his way through the enemy lines.
In minutes, he took down the entire swarm that would sum up to about fifty or more.
A few moments of looking around the perimeter and he turns to the bunch th
