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stop this. What was taking Ace so long with the doors? The unmistakable crunch of a bone breaking filled the air and the crowd cheered even louder. If I didn’t act soon someone was going to die.
    I slowly moved closer to the circle, all the while keeping out of the Demons’ line of sight. I was hoping with all the emotions running high in the air, they wouldn’t feel my power until it was too late. I pushed my way through the crowd and came to a stop a foot from the greasy haired Demon. I pulled hard on my power; thick and dark it filled me.
    The Demons reacted almost instantly. The puppet fight instantly forgotten, greasy-hair turned and lunged for me but I was already pushing through the humans. I broke free from the crowd in a sprint, leading Greasy away from the crowd and the semi-innocents within. Over their screams I heard his footsteps closing in, his breathing as labored as mine. With only a wall in front of me, I cut right and ran straight for the front doors.
    Okay, plan B: get the doors open and get some space to fight. I had one moment to register the unmistakable roar of an engine and was just barely able to change direction and dive to the left. I hit the ground hard but still moving forward, rolling to a stop against the left wall just as the van crashed through the doors. Ace hit the brakes, sending dirt and splinters of wood flying everywhere.
    As the dust settled, silence rang through the crowd before they erupted into another round of screams and ran towards the exit. I pushed myself to my feet, feeling my power still roaring through me. I had to find the Demons.
        “Get down!” Ace yelled to the humans as he pushed his way through the crowd.
There was no way to get the humans out, at least not without the Demons escaping. Only a third of the crowd responded to Ace’s command, that was until the warehouse lights hanging fifty feet above us began exploding. I smiled as bright white sparks rained down on us and the crowd, who with panicked screams dove to the ground.
    Shooter in rapid succession shot out the rest of the lights, thrusting the warehouse into almost complete darkness. Standing in the sea of huddled humans were five Demons in mid-morph; there must have been more hidden among the humans in the crowd. The pale moonlight streaming from the windows above shone on their grey skin, causing it to almost glow in the darkness.
    Pancake jumped out of the van and wasted no time in attacking. Letting loose a deep growl, she ran across the floor and straight past the group of Demons and into the back of the factory, disappearing into pitch black darkness. A second later I heard a vicious snarl followed by a high pitched scream of a Demon as Pancake went on the attack. Hum, seems I missed counting one.
        Feeling my smile twist into a snarl I ran straight for the greasy haired one. Like the others he was shedding his human form, revealing the Demon inside. His body was now over six feet tall, all grey skin and red eyes. The sound of his shirt tearing reached me and giant leathery wings grew from his back. Yuck.
    In the seconds it took me to cross the factory floor, two of the Demons panicked and ran straight for the rear of the factory. Knowing between Shooter and Pancake they’d be taken care of soon enough I continued towards my target.
    Seeing me coming, Greasy threw the first punch and I twisted to the right, feeling the slice of his claws as they grazed my ribs. Letting my momentum continue to turn me, I lashed out with a backhand to his face. He rebounded quickly and caught me with a kick to my right side. Pain tore through me and I felt at least two of my ribs crack (I love that it’s happened enough that I can make an accurate guess). As my right arm automatically dropped to guard my injured side, I had just enough time to leap out of the way of another kick.
     I dodged a punch to my face and moved in, landing a quick