Under the stretched dark blanket of the night, twinkling with stars and glowing floating meteor rock, both the forces from the Astro and the Devouts members of the demon now approaching each other in aggressive assault, like two storms rushing to collide. Dunstan was the first to close the gap with the Devouts with speed that neglects gravity, his body cutting through space as if the air itself dared not slow him. He moved around them, hitting any Devout close, yanking them and rolling them on the floor like broken dolls.
On his third move, he halted, grasping two Devouts by the neck, squeezing tight as their feet kicked helplessly in the air, when another Devout from his rear came flying toward him with the spear in his hand stretching for Dunstan's neck. The spearhead almost connected, a breath away from blood, when a glowing arrow pierced through the Devout's head, stopping him mid-flight like a puppet with its strings cut.
