They reached him in with just two to three jumps, spreading out to bracket him and trying to pin his movement range.
All of them were slightly on the larger side of human physique. But not too inhumane. The two that attacked Ishiki had three slits and four slits respectively.
They came in together.
He met the first with the scythe, catching the demon's arm on the haft and twisting, using the leverage to throw him off-balance. The second went low, and his claws scraped sparks off the asphalt where his legs had been a heartbeat before.
Ishiki shifted back and out of the corner of his eye he saw the young Association player.
His sword had just cut a shallow line across one demon's throat. The next strike, on his leg, followed by a downward chop aimed clean at the skull should have finished it.
But the young player stopped.
The blade froze in mid-swing, trembling, the muscles in the young man's arm locked.
