Jesus Triumphant (Chronicles of the Nephilim Book 8) Read Online Free PDF

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    The thin one attacked.
    But Demas saw it and raised his spear as the thin one was upon him. It did not veer in time and the spear plunged into its chest, piercing its heart. It yelped and fell to the ground, drawing the spear out of Demas’ hand.
    Demas rolled in order to pin the other animal beneath him.
    But he was shocked to see the twelve-hundred pound muscle-bound bear lunging at him with its huge jaws wide open. The guttural growl echoed through the stadium and the crowd went hushed with shock at their hero’s sure demise.
    Demas only had a second to respond. He did so defensively. He raised his left armored arm and the bear’s teeth bit down onto steel. If his arm had not been so protected, the creature would surely have crushed the bone, ripped through flesh, and tore his arm off. But the steel had just enough guard to stop it for the moment.
    The wolf kicked its way out from under Demas. Demas knew he was himself mere moments from death.
    In that moment the lion attacked from Demas’ right.
    But he didn’t attack Demas. He jumped onto the back of the bear and held on with his huge claws as the bear reared back in shock and defense.
    Demas could not believe his luck. The lion must have had some kind of memory, some kind of connection to the human who had fed him and cared for him in its captivity. It was rescuing him instead of attacking him.
    Demas rolled to his feet, his left arm numb from the bear bite, his right shoulder stinging and bleeding from the wolf. He picked up his whip and snapped it at his growling nemesis.
    Behind him, the lion had sunk its teeth into the back of the neck of the bear as the ursine beast continued to twirl around in a confused circle trying to shake the big cat off its back.
    Demas spared no second. He aimed for the left eye of the wolf and ripped it out of his enemy with a well-placed snap.
    The crowd rose to its feet with wonder and applause.
    But the beast would not stop. It turned to look at Demas with its good eye.
    Demas snapped again and shredded half of its right front leg. Another aim and hard yank, and the back of its skull was popped open, exposing the brain. The animal stumbled toward Demas and fell dead at his feet.
    A deafening cheer roused his hopes.
    He turned to see the bear reach up with one of its paws and drag the lion off its back onto the ground. They tumbled in the dust with voracious claws and fangs.
    But it was not an equal match. The bear was much bigger and heavy.
    It reared back with a roar before stomping on the feline.
    A leather lash wrapped around the bear’s neck from behind and iron bits dug into its flesh. This kind of move would not choke the bear, and it could not even do a bit of harm to it. It would only allow Demas the ability to hold on tight and ride its back.
    The bear pulled away from the wounded lion and tried to free itself from the flea that now rode it like a bucking bronco.
    Demas held on with his weakened left arm and pulled out his gladius with his aching right arm. He aimed to plunge it into the brain of the behemoth.
    But his grip loosened. The sword flew from his hands. He lost his hold and followed the sword with a big thud into the dirt. The landing knocked his breath out of him. His ribs were bruised.
    He looked up to see the bear standing over him on its hind legs to its full nine-foot-plus height. This thing could defeat a Nephilim. It roared. Demas could see blood and saliva splashing from its flapping jowls. He expected it to crush him any moment.
    From out of nowhere, the lion leapt. It grabbed the unsuspecting bear right in the throat and pulled it to the ground.
    Demas rolled out of the way as the crowd erupted in applause.
    He looked around desperately for his sword. He spotted it and limped over to it.
    The bear was on top of the lion. But the bear was still.
    The lion struggled to pull itself out from under the dead monster that had crushed it with its weight. The lion’s jaws were dripping with the blood of