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"Throw me the knife," John yelled across the room.
Zed could barely hear him over the screams of the demon in the room and the clatter of all the objects flying through the air thanks to its power.
She looked for the magical knife he was referring to. It was the only thing in the entire room not being affected by whatever magic the demon was using. Sitting still in the chaos of the room it was even more menacing than ever. She hadn't liked it from the moment she laid her eyes on it and it was being confirmed as to why.
She lunged for it.
But was thrown back away from it again by a book knocking into her chest. In a way that she knew was going to leave a bruise.
Zed tumbled to the floor and tried to gather herself back up to go after it again. John needed it to defeat this evil. But just as she was about to, another thing hit her arm knocking it out from under her.
She saw Chas also trying to get to the knife. He was having only slightly better luck than she was. But he was holding up to the barrage of objects better than she could. He was too used to getting hurt.
John was at the other end trying valiantly to keep his spell from being destroyed.
Zed decided to try another tactic. She didn't try to stand up that time. She flattened herself down to the floor and army crawled across it toward the knife. Objects still pelted her, bouncing off her back and leaving more marks that would be leaving yet more bruises.
But she got closer than either her or Chas had before. Close enough that she was able to grab the knife in her hand. It burned not with heat but magic. It was all she could do to keep the visions she could feel hovering at bay.
"I got it!" She screamed, trying desperately to get John's attention.
It worked and he looked at her and gestured for her to throw it.
She did. Almost more sliding it across the floor in John's direction. It spun wildly and nearly got off track but Chas was able to kick in the right direction.
John grabbed the knife off the floor as it slid to him. Not quite sliding past. Quickly he used it to cut a long gash in his arm letting the blood run down the knife and his arm onto the floor into his spell.
It lit up in the color of blood, dark and ominous. The screaming of the demon turned to shrieking as the spell took effect on the demon. It was bloodcurdling and Zed felt the pain in her ears as her eardrums threatened to bust with the sound.
Then suddenly there was silence. Then the clattering of all the objects falling to the floor.
"Anyone dying?" John asked.
"Nope," Chas said.
"I'll be fine," Zed said.
She was still on the floor and put her head face down on it. Well on her arms but she felt her nose touching the floor.
"Please tell me we get to go home now." she said.
"Tomorrow," Chas said. "I need to sleep first."
"And I need stitches," John said.
Zed and Chas both groaned. John was the worst patient.