His eyes shifted from enemy to enemy, assessing each one's rhythm. They moved with a practiced precision that belied their different forms.
The simian recovered first, its serrated swords whirling in a tight figure-eight pattern as it lunged for his chest.
Damon spun away, ducking under the blades and driving his foot into the creature's thigh. It grunted, the impact knocking it off balance and sending it tumbling away.
But the insectoid was already there, its acidic sprayer hissing as it fired a stream of corrosive liquid at Damon's side.
Damon dodged again, but some of the acid splashed across his armor, hissing and smoking. The young man frowned, but didn't slow.
His left hand flashed out in a quick circle, using Flowing Iron Curtain to redirect the acidic spray at the simian, who screeched as the liquid burned its fur.
The reptilian roared, its hammer raised high to pound Damon into a meatpaste.
