Still he fought like a ninja. She was extremely impressed. And if the truth were told, she was amazed she'd been able to hold her own against him when they'd fought. Until now, she hadn't realized just how accomplished he was.
That boy had mad skills.
In no time, their rounds were spent, and they were retreating to the back part of the cavern while beating Daimons down as hard as they could.
Jess was really starting to miss his ability to reload his weapons. And create them. Damn his drained powers. It would make things easier, especially since Coyote had nothing here that could be used as a weapon.
Bastard.
"Can you hear the human souls releasing when you kill them?" Abigail asked.
"No."
But by the look on her face, he could tell that she did. "Are you all right about it?"
She nodded. "No," she said, contradicting the nod. "I keep thinking about the fact that my mother's soul was taken and consumed by a Daimon. No one freed hers."
"I'm sorry."
"Not your fault."
Maybe, but he felt bad for her anyway.
Sasha's powers were as limited by the damper as his were. They were fighting with their hands behind their backs, and the Daimons were all at their full psychic capacity.
Abigail began to panic as more Daimons showed up. They were breeding like cockroaches. "We're going to die, aren't we?"
"Hope not. I still have another episode of No Ordinary Family downloaded on my computer that I haven't had a chance to watch yet. Be a damn shame to miss it. Might have to hurt them if that happens."
She shook her head at him. "You're so not right." But that was what she loved about him.
They were backing up through the cavern and quickly running out of places to go.
When they got to the last of it, they formed a small circle.
Sasha sighed. "So this is it, huh? Not how I thought I'd go out." He glanced around at the extremely green cavern walls. "Well, at least we'll be all minty fresh when we go."
"Psst!"
Sasha turned around in a circle, looking for the source of the sound.
Jess arched a brow at Abigail.
"I didn't do it."
They looked at Sasha. "What? Some freak noise gets made, and you blame the dog? That ain't right. Next thing you know, I'll get blamed for gas attacks, too. I didn't do it."
"Psst! Abby!"
Abigail froze as she recognized Hannah's voice. She turned around to find her sister in a small hole in the wall. Dressed all in black, she looked like Spy Doll Barbie. If the point was to make her fierce, it was failing miserably. Hannah was too tiny, too blond, and too sweet looking to make anyone afraid of her.
"What are you doing here, H?"
"Saving your asses. Come on."
Abigail followed her without reservation.
"Keep your voices real low," Hannah warned in a whisper. "Some of the Daimons have really good ears, and the walls are thin."