The Berserker reached Liam in less than a heartbeat.
One moment it was standing at the center of the ruined clearing, dark red lightning crawling violently over its regenerated body, and the next it had launched itself upward with enough force to crater the ground beneath its feet.
The tree Liam had been crouched on trembled from the pressure even before the demon reached him.
Liam's eyes sharpened.
The hybrid javelin finished forming in his hand just as the Berserker's clawed hand came tearing toward him through the air. The demon didn't swing like a trained warrior. There was no elegance behind the motion. No refined stance. No polished technique. It attacked like a force of nature given bones and hunger.
But that didn't make it clumsy.
The attack was direct, violent, and brutally efficient.
Liam pushed off the branch before the claw reached him.
