The giant moved.
Its spear carved a line through the air, and the ground in front of it exploded. A wave of force ripped towards them, shattering stone and shoving the horde of Hollow forward like a living tide.
Lucifer didn't wait. He was gone.
He reappeared directly in front of the shockwave, shadows coiling around him like a second skin. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and took the hit.
The sound was deafening. Light and darkness warred for a second, flaring violently, before the force split and screamed past him on either side, tearing up the street behind.
He didn't slide back an inch.
"Go," he said, his voice cutting through the roar.
Ken was already moving. His body shifted in mid-stride, bones cracking, fur rippling over expanding muscle. He met the front line of the horde like a cannonball. The impact sent bodies flying. He didn't stop; he ripped through them, claws and teeth tearing anything that came close.
