A Rising Knight: Volume 2, Issue 5
There is a moment in the life of ever man and woman. It’s the one where you decide that fate is what you make it. When you decide the monsters have had it good long enough and it’s time to put them away. It’s the moment you stop being the hunted and become the hunter.
The demon turned its head. Ethan was right, this shield couldn't mask his full power. No matter, the time for hide and seek was over. The Knight did two things at once. He traced a wall of compress air around himself, the street in front of the demon's building and the building itself. With that wall surrounding them they could be as loud as they liked and no one would hear a thing. The second thing he did all the air from the front of the demon's building, creating a vacuum. A big one.
In an instant the entire front of the apartment blew outward showering stone, glass and mortar. A silent explosion. Instead the Knight's bones were rattled by a hollow concussion. Sound finally came when rubble and demon both crashed to the ground. Vibrations trembled through the ground so that the pole shivered under his fingers. The Knight let go and followed the wreckage to the ground.
Faster than he expected the demon was up and standing on its hind hands. An axe bloomed from darkness into its raised right hand. The demon gave out a roar, like a donkey’s bray magnified a thousand times. The sound of it stabbed into the Knight’s ears as the demon charged.
Somewhere in the split second between the axe appearing and the demon charging the Knight state fled him. Then and there the fear and anxiety it had held at bay pounded into his skull all at once. His grin faded. Vlad was frozen. Terror and confusion held him like brittle ice. Then he saw how far the demon had come in that split second. Knight state or no, it was time to fight...or die.