ANTON
They had just passed the beheading rock when Anton heard heavy footsteps closing fast. The first wave of demons had caught up. Ready or not, it was time to fight. He’d never been in a war, and his only fights had been as a kid in elementary school. All of that was about to change.
He spun about, leading with the point of his spear. He shouted bravely because he’d seen it in a movie. “Ha!”
To his surprise, the spear tip raked the lead demon across the throat. A black gush exploded from the gaping wound. The demon staggered near the edge of the Ramp before slipping in its own blood. It dropped over the side without making a sound. The other demons hesitated.
“Good move, Anton!” cried GreenSlade. “I’ll take zhe inside. You stay zhere. Chris, cover our backs. We must hold zhis narrow
