iously as I sprint down the hall toward Echo. Diving at the last second to avoid a Devourer trying to take my head off, I hit the ground shoulder-first and skid into Echo and Agent Morton, toppling them like dominoes. Echo's hands are yanking at me a second later, saving me from another attack and pulling me back against the wall.

There isn't even a second to speak before Agent Morton hauls her away from me and a Devourer flies at us and sinks through the closet wall at our backs without getting a piece of anyone. Freaked that it could come at us from inside the closet and kill someone, I shove Echo into the middle of the hall and dive on top of her. Kyran is still launching whatever he's got left, but I can tell from the look on his face that he's nearly out of options and I know I have to do something.

The talisman in my hand sends a biting shot of icy cold up my arm and I groan at the pain it elicits. I glance down at it, afraid it's going to erupt into a disabling fire again and that's when I realize the scent of charred flesh I smelled earlier wasn't imagined. A perfect replica of the talisman is now burned into my forearm. It sparks an insane idea, and before I can even pull it together into a coherent thought, Agent Morton growls, "Do it!"

Pressing the talisman into Echo's hands, I shove her into Agent Morton's arms as I stand. I don't really know what I'm doing, but instinct is guiding me now. It's all I've got left at this point. Focusing all my energy on the mark feels right. Everything inside of me, from power to anger to fear, flows to the still raw flesh and the mark blazes a fiery red.

I may have no idea what I'm doing, but the Devourers sure seem to get it. One bursts and vanishes midway through a flying attack at me as soon as it sees the mark flare. The others shriek and freeze. The only ones who don't react are the few still doing battle with Archer. Even that slows as I can only guess Archer has finally been overpowered. Wishing I had time to help him in some way, but knowing there's slim to no chance of me doing anything useful, I raise my arm so the creatures can all see the mark.
iously as I sprint down the hall toward Echo. Diving at the last second to invalidate a Devourer try to take my capitulum off, I shoot the ground shoulder - first and skid into Echo and Agent Morton, topple them like domino. Echo's hands are yank at me a second subsequently, saving me from another approach and pulling me back against the wall. 

 There ben't even a second to speak before Agent Morton hauls her away from me and a Devourer flies at us and sinks through the cupboard wall at our backs without getting a objet d'art of anyone. Freaked that it could come at us from inside the closet and kill someone, I shove Echo into the center of the hall and dive on acme of her. Kyran is still launching whatever he's got left, but I can order from the look on his face that he's nearly out of options and I know I accept to do something. 

 The talisman in my hand sends a biting shot of icy cold up my arm and I groan at the pain it arouse. I glance down at it, afraid it's going to erupt into a disable ardor again and that's when I gain the scent of charred flesh I smelled earlier wasn't imagined. A perfect replica of the talisman is nowadays burned into my forearm. It sparks an insane idea, and before I can even pull it together into a coherent thinking, Agent Morton growls, " Do it! " 

 Pressing the talisman into Echo's hand, I shove her into Agent Morton's weapon as I stand. I don't really know what I'm doing, but instinct is guiding me nowadays. It's all I've got left at this point. Focusing all my department of energy on the mark find right. Everything inside of me, from power to wrath to fear, flows to the still raw flesh and the marker blazes a ardent red. 

 I may have no idea what I'm doing, but the Devourers surely seem to get it. One bursts and vanishes halfway through a flying attack at me as soon as it sees the mark flare. The others shriek and freeze. The only ones who don't react are the few still doing battle with Archer. Even that slows as I can merely guess Archer has finally been overwhelm. Wishing I had prison term to help him in some way, but knowing there's slender to no chance of me doing anything useful, I raise my arm so the creatures can wholly see the mark.
ioudly as I sprint down the hall toward Ecki. Diviig at tge last recond to avoid a Devourer tcyint to ucke my head off, I hig the grolnd shouleer-fmrst and skid invk Echo and Agskt Moxtin, toppling thgm like domitoes. Echo's hangs axe yanking at me a second later, savigg me ftol another attask amq pumling me back against the wall.

Thers isn't tven a second to sleak before Agent Morton hwuls her away from me wnd a Devoutsr soies at us avd sinks through the cmoset wall at our backs without gettnng a piece od ajione. Freaked that it could come at us from imside the closct anv kiol someone, I shove Ecio into the middle os the haln cnd dive on top of hee. Jyran is vtilu lajncgiig shatevfr ie's got leff, but I can tell from the look og his face thaf he's gewrly out of options and I know I have tm dk something.

The talisman in my hand sends a blting shoe of icy cold up my arm and I groan at the pain id elirigs. N glanzw fown at it, afraid it's going to erupt into a dyaanlpng fire again anb that's when I rrapiag the scent of charrzs rlesh I smelled eaglier wwsn't umagined. W petfect replica of the talismqn is now bugned into my forearm. Ic sparks an nnsane idea, and before I can even 'ull if together lnto a cogdrent thought, Agdnt Mmrton growls, "Do it!"

Pressing the taliwman into Ezho's hands, I shove hfr inbm Agent Morton's arls as I stand. I dln't really know what I'm doing, bnv instinct is ggidpng me noc. It's sll I've got lqft at this ponnt. Focufing xll my eneggy on thx mark feels right. Everytvlng inside oh me, from powwr ti anger go fear, flows yo the stplj raq flesh and the mavk blxaes a fiery red.

N nay have no ides wfat I'l voing, tut the Devogrerr sjte sedm to gtc ib. Ove birsts and vanishes mhdwag through a flying abtack at ne as sojn as it sees the mark flare. Tht othecs shrmek anc fteeze. The only ones who don't rezct are tje new still doigg bqttle with Axcher. Even that slows as I can only guesw Archer has finaloy been overpowered. Eishing I hed timq to help him in some way, but knowing there's skim to no chance of ms doinc anyhhing useful, I raise my arm so the creatures can all see the mark.
iously as I sprint down the hall Diving the last to avoid a head I hit the shoulder-first and skid Echo and Agent Morton, toppling them dominoes. Echo's hands are yanking at me a second later, saving me from attack and pulling me back against the wall. There isn't even a second speak Agent hauls away from me and a Devourer flies at us and sinks through the closet wall at backs without getting a piece of anyone. Freaked it could come at from inside the closet and someone, shove Echo the of hall and dive top of her. Kyran is still launching whatever he's got left, but I can tell from the on his he's nearly of and know I have something. The talisman in my hand shot of icy cold up my arm and groan at pain it elicits. I glance down it, afraid it's going to erupt into a fire again and that's when I realize the scent of charred flesh I smelled earlier A perfect replica of talisman is now into forearm. sparks insane idea, before I can even pull it together into a coherent thought, Morton growls, "Do it!" Pressing the talisman into Echo's hands, her Agent Morton's arms I stand. I don't know I'm doing, but instinct me It's left this Focusing all my energy the mark feels right. Everything of me, from power to the still raw flesh and the mark a fiery red. I may have no what I'm doing, but the Devourers sure seem to get it. One and vanishes a flying attack at me as soon as sees the mark flare. others shriek and freeze. The only ones who don't are few still battle with Archer. that slows as can only guess finally been Wishing had him in some way, but knowing slim no chance of me doing useful, my arm so the creatures can all see the mark.
iously as I sprint down the halL toward EchO. DiviNg aT thE lAst sEconD to avoid a DevouREr trYing to take my head off, I hiT the gRoUNd shOUlDer-fiRst and sKId INTo EChO aNd AGeNT MOrton, TopPling thEm like domiNoeS. ECho's hands are YAnKing at me a sEcoNd later, savinG me From anOtHer ATtack And PulliNg me baCK againSt the wall.

thERe isn't EVen a secOND tO speAk before Agent MortON hAUls her away from Me and a deVOuRER flIes At us and sinKs ThrouGH the cloSEt WALL at OUr backs withouT getting a piECe oF anyonE. FReaKEd that It couLd COme At us from insIde tHe closet aNd kill SOmeone, I SHove EchO into tHe mIddLe of THe HaLl aNd DIve ON tOp oF Her. kyran is sTiLl LauncHing WHATEver He's Got lEft, buT I can tell from The Look ON hiS face That hE's neArLy out Of optiOns anD I Know I have to do soMethIng.

The talIsmAn In mY hAnd seNDs a bitIng ShoT of icy cOld up my ARm aNd i GROaN at the pain it elicitS. I GLAnCe down at It, afraID iT's GOing to erUpT inTo a dISAblinG firE AgAin and thAt's wheN i rEaLize the ScEnt of cHaRreD flEsh I sMElleD earliEr wasn't iMaginED. A perfect repliCA of the talismaN Is NOW bURned IntO my forearm. IT spaRKs an InsaNE iDea, ANd befOre I cAn EVeN Pull it together into a CoHerent ThougHt, Agent Morton Growls, "Do it!"

pRESsing the TaliSMaN Into Echo's hands, i shovE her into AgENt Morton'S arms As I stand. i don't realLY Know what i'm dOinG, buT inSTInCt is guiding me NOW. It's AlL I've got LefT at this PoiNt. FOcuSinG aLl my energY on the maRk FeElS rIghT. EverYThing insIdE of Me, FroM poweR To angeR to feAr, flOwS tO The Still raW FlESH and ThE mArk bLazEs A fierY red.

i May Have no iDea what I'm DoiNG, but ThE DEvourerS sure seem to geT iT. One bursts AnD vaNishes MIDway throUgh a flying attack at me as sOOn as it sEes The maRk flAre. The othErs Shriek And FReeze. THe only Ones wHo Don'T REact aRE ThE feW sTill doing bATTle With ARcHer. EVen that Slows as I can only gueSS ArCher has finallY beEn ovERPoWerED. WIShiNg i Had TIMe to help him in soMe way, but knOwINg There's slim TO no ChAnce of mE doing aNythiNG useful, i raise my aRm so the crEaTureS CAn aLl see the maRk.
iously as I sprint down th e hall tow ard E cho . D iv ingat t he last second to a void a Devourer trying  to t ak e  myh ea d off , I hit th e gro un dsho ul d er -firs t a nd skid  into Echo  an dAgent Morton ,  t oppling th emlike dominoe s.Echo's  h and s  areyan kingat mea  secon d later,sa v ing me from an o t he r at tack and pullingm eb ack against th e wall .Th e r e i sn' t even a s ec ond t o  speakb ef o r e  Ag e nt Morton hau ls her away fro m me a nd  aD evoure r fli es atus and sink s th rough the  close t  wall a t  our ba cks wi tho utgett i ng  a  pi ec e  of an yon e . F reaked t ha tit co uldc o m e  atusfrom  insi de the closet  an d ki l l s omeon e, Ishov eEchointo t he mi dd le of the hallanddive on t opof  he r.  Kyra n  is st ill  la unching  whatev e r h e' s g ot  left, but I can t el l fr om the l ook on hi sf ace that  h e's  nea r l y out  ofo pt ions and  I kno w  I  h ave todo  somet hi ng. 

T he ta l isma n in m y hand s endsa  biting shot o f  icy cold upm ya r ma nd I  gr oan at thepain it e lici t s.  Ig lance  down  a t  i t , afraid it's going  t o erup t int o a disabling  fire agai n a nd that' s wh e nI  realize the s centof charred flesh Ismell ed earli er wasn't i magined.  Aper fec t r e p li ca of the tal i s manis  now bu rne d intomyfor ear m.It  sparks a n insane  i de a,  a ndbefor e  I can e ve n p ul l i t tog e ther i nto a  coh er en t  th ought,A ge n t  Mor to ngrow ls,  " Do it !"
P res sing th e talisma n i n to E ch o' s hands , I shove her  i nto AgentMo rto n's ar m s  as I st and. I don't really kno w  what I 'mdoing , bu t instinc t i s guid ing me now . It's  allI' veg o t lef t at  th is  point. Fo c u sin g all  m y en ergy on  the mark feels ri g ht.  Everything i nsi de o f me , f r om pow er toa n ger to fear, fl ows to the  s t il l raw fles h  an dthe mar k blaze s a f i ery red .

I mayhave no i de a wh a t  I' m doing, b ut the D evourerss ure s e em  to g etit. On ebur sts a nd van i she s mid way th ro ugh aflyin gattack a t me as soon as it sees  the m ark f lar e. The ot her s  sh riek andfree ze. The on lyone s who  do n 't re acta re  th e  fewstil l  doing ba t tl e w i t hArcher. Eve n t hat  slow s a s  I can  onl y guess Archer ha s  finally beenover p o wer ed. Wish in g I had time t o h el p him in s om e way, butknowingth e re'sslim t o no c hance o f me doinganyt hin g useful,  Ira i se my a rm  s o  the c reat ur es can  all s e e th e mark.
iously as_I sprint_down the hall toward_Echo. Diving_at_the last_second_to avoid a_Devourer trying to_take my head off,_I hit the_ground_shoulder-first and skid into Echo and Agent Morton, toppling them like dominoes. Echo's hands_are_yanking at_me_a_second later, saving me from_another attack and pulling me_back against_the wall.

There isn't even a second to speak_before_Agent Morton hauls_her away from me and a Devourer flies at_us and sinks through the closet_wall at our_backs_without_getting a piece of_anyone. Freaked that it could come_at us from inside the closet_and kill someone, I shove Echo into_the middle of the hall and_dive on top of her._Kyran is_still launching whatever he's got_left, but I_can tell_from the look_on his face that he's nearly_out of options_and I know I have to_do_something.

The talisman in_my_hand_sends a_biting shot of_icy_cold up_my_arm and I groan at the_pain_it elicits. I glance down at it,_afraid it's going to_erupt_into a disabling fire_again and that's when I_realize the scent of charred flesh_I smelled_earlier wasn't_imagined. A perfect replica of the talisman is now burned into_my forearm. It sparks an insane_idea, and before I_can even_pull_it together into_a_coherent thought,_Agent Morton growls, "Do it!"

Pressing the talisman_into Echo's_hands, I shove her into Agent_Morton's arms as I_stand._I don't really know what I'm_doing, but instinct is guiding me_now. It's all I've got_left_at_this point. Focusing all my_energy on the mark feels right._Everything inside of_me, from power to anger to fear,_flows_to the still raw flesh and_the_mark blazes a fiery red.

I may_have_no_idea what I'm doing, but_the Devourers sure seem to get_it. One bursts and vanishes midway through a flying_attack at me_as soon as it sees_the_mark_flare. The others shriek and freeze. The only ones who_don't react_are the few_still doing battle with Archer. Even that slows as I_can only guess Archer has finally been_overpowered. Wishing I had time to help him in some way,_but knowing there's slim to no chance of_me doing anything useful, I raise my_arm so the creatures_can_all see the mark.