The man stood like an iron wall before him, dazzling white light emanating from burning blood, with the sword blade like a meat grinder, preventing the Demons' assault from advancing even an inch.
In that instant, Red Falcon thought of many things, or maybe nothing at all; his ears filled with void-like white noise, losing all rational thought, clutching a Flaming Bullet and charged forward in stride.
Despite not trusting this damn plan at all, which coming from Lorenzo seemed as arbitrary and unreliable as deciding what to have for breakfast, when Lorenzo's roar sounded, Red Falcon instinctively stepped forward into the scorching white sea of fire.
"That's more like a man!"
The detective loudly encouraged Red Falcon, slicing the heads off Demons that charged at him, the scorching white flames igniting their bodies, raining black snow of ash in the pitch-black night, mingling together and passing the only warmth onto their skin.
"Cover me!"
