The eye demon was astonished that the middle-aged man could fight back. This was the first time it had ever been attacked by a mortal.
After swiftly savoring the pain of burning and its own surprise, the eye demon fixed its gaze on the muzzle of the bolt pistol. An inexplicable force rendered the bolt pistol unusable. But the middle-aged man was no pushover. Ten years of brutal war had turned him into a killing machine even while unconscious.
Almost the instant the eye demon shifted its gaze toward his pistol, the dagger at his waist was drawn. Mixed with a trace of Blackstone powder, the dagger was as beautiful as polished obsidian, its gleaming surface reflecting the eye demon's terror.
Squelch!
The martial spirit contained within the melee weapon was blessed by Khorne, and the eyeball was effortlessly pierced. The Blackstone powder mixed into the dagger acted like poison as well. The eye demon convulsed and writhed in agony, spraying out vast quantities of vitreous fluid.
The gun in his hand returned to normal. Keeping the dagger buried deep in the eye demon, the middle-aged man raised his pistol as well. Under the double assault of the two weapons, the eye demon dissipated like a flame deprived of fuel. Only the flesh and blood of its former victims fell at the middle-aged man's feet.
"Look at these things. They're nowhere near as formidable as you think." The middle-aged man viciously ground the flesh beneath his boot. The motion lent his voice an authority that made people instinctively obey. Seeing the gleam in the militiamen's eyes, he nodded in satisfaction, wiped the filthy blood from his medal, and joined the other militia units in the Big Canteen in launching a counterattack against the demons.
The demons encountered resistance unlike anything