Put To Rest

As he readied himself to face the newly-evolved monster with his ears ringing like the bells of a church—

"Boss!"

"Master!" 

—The shouts filled the chamber, followed by the emergence of two men into the storage room. 

Phoenix and August both rushed in without any hesitation. While it was the sort of headstrong attitude he admired from them, in the moment, it was a knife in the heart: 

"No, don't—!" Leon shouted. 

It was too late; both the bodyguard and brawling butler launched their attacks on the steel-fleshed ghoul. 

August swung his fist with the strength of a thousand men, while Phoenix cast forth a bird of fire. Both forces hit the ghoul at the same time, exploding into a burst of sparks. 

"Did we get 'em?" Phoenix wondered, looking towards the smoke. 

August exhaled, pulling his fist back, "Hey! You good, Master?! Don't worry, Salvatore and the paladin got Thorgul–"