The staff of the spear clanged against his fist, recoiling from his strike, though Proxima’s grip remained on it. She went with the momentum when she saw the red glow of his fists coming at her, and raised the butt end of the spear to block his punch. Admirable and fast. Another one of the special Earthlings that lived around here. But this didn’t feel similar to the witch’s magic… “At least you’re made of sterner stuff, human.” She didn’t waste much time swinging her spear’s blade at him this time, no longer burdened with the weight of the dead. … what was that intriguing smell?

Davos’s punch grazed off the butt of the spear. He stepped into her reach, wanting to avoid giving her the room required to fully use her spear. She was inhumanly fast and strong. He knew it would be foolish to give her more of an advantage. From grazing the spear, he realized it didn’t feel like any metal he knew. He didn’t know how strong it was, but he did not want to meet the same fate from it as those laying dead around them.

The new shout seemed to pierce the rest. This wasn’t out of fear, this was pure determination. Or foolish stupidity, as she witnessed the seemingly-normal human running right at her. Was he trying to save the rest? How noble. With a person still on the end of it, she swung her spear in a wide arc, lobbing the dead body right at him. Proxima found that using a species own dead against them always seemed to dampen their morale.

With all of her attention focused on him, Davos saw several others take the moment of distraction to flee the area. Even if he fell, he had saved lives. He could live with that. Using the bodies of the enemies brothers against them was hardly a new tactic for him. Even though he didn’t have a personal emotional connection to the person flying at him, the simple matter of his weight would cause Davos critical time if he allowed the man to stop him. He would pay his respects later. For now, he dodged the limp form by running a few steps on a wall.