The Demonic Effigy

Orion and the rest shot their way in, carefully threading while covering their flanks.

“Reloading!” Raymond shouted.

Like how muscles and nerves cooperated, the three immediately swoop Raymond in to guard him while shooting the enemies with no fail of killing them inexorably.

With the bare decent vision that the moonlight provided, they had to rely over the flashes that their guns make and had to mind the position of the enemy in the quickest way as possible.

But the seemingly endless number of monsters unease and caused a stiff on Tim’s knee. He had to crouched. He rested his feet and Raymond quickly assisted him by taking his place. His gun trained forward and on sight he pulled the trigger, the tip exploded with each bullet he expended. Tim shot the knees to make it bend on his line of sight, then shot it’s head.

“Move.” Orion commanded.