The village that Klaus knew was no longer as he stood witnessing the destruction already caused in the short time that he was hidden, the Strahm home was located on the northern part of the village high in the hill overlooking the entire village it used bring peace watching the other villagers walking through the streets below.
Now however the entire southern side of the village was ablaze as the sight of his friends running crazed as demons followed closely behind. The old war hero within him cried out to charge into the fray, save his friends and be praised, reclaim the honour he lost back when he fled the last battle. Klaus shook the very thought from his mind, he wasn't going to charge into a hopeless fight, he knew he couldn't save everyone and it pained him seeing the people who once cared for him being torn apart like rag dolls.
He stood facing the carnage, the dog creature would have been the first but most certainly not the last. Suddenly a low primal growl could be heard from the home ahead, once belonging to the village cobbler 'Andrew Thüm', Klaus knew that the demons had already tore their way through his door making short work of the gentle old man as the sound of bone crunching could be heard from within.
Carefully Klaus approached the home, making as little sound as possible he would need to slay the demon before it turned it's attention towards Tyron, clutching the hilt of the blade till his knuckles turned white he knew he wouldn't be prepared to fight whatever was currently devouring the old cobbler.
Peeking around the door frame Klaus was almost mortified by the creatures appearance, unlike the demonic dog this creature seemed to walk on it's hind legs as it squatted over the old man's corpse. Andrews torso was ripped open as his ribs and organs were visible for all to see. Plunging it's claws into the wound chewing the chunks of muscle the creature was no larger than a child. More worrisome it had the body of a child, covered in scars, open wounds as other worldly insects crawled from wound to wound. As upsetting as the pitiful demon looked Klaus refused to believe otherwise, this monster wouldn't hesitate for a second to rip into Klaus tearing him limb for limb.
Still attempting to hold the element of surprise Klaus shuffled his way until he was within striking distance, slowly lifting the blade his heart filled with fear, he had to finish this in a single motion. Anymore would leave Klaus with the same fate as Old man Thüm with a demon feasting on his intestines, swinging the blade down Klaus let out a primal shout, victory was certain in his eyes, unable to respond in time the demon should be cleaved in half split from head to claw. As the blade kept falling the likely chance of failure never once crossed his mind, until the metallic clang of steel impacting stone reverberated up his arm. His face a picture of horror as the demon child had reached to Klaus's victory shout, darting out of the way it had crossed the room hissing at Klaus.
Upon closer inspection the child's face resembled almost human in everyway except for the mouth, a mouth too large in proportion to the rest of the face would look almost hilarious in any other circumstance but the several layers of jagged, blood drenched teeth said otherwise. In a flash the demon child closed the gap between the pair, yapping like an excited dog with the prospect of another meal right in front of its beady eyes.
Klaus somewhat stunned by the speed could prepare as the child's claws ripped into his left arm, flailing wildly it clawed though skin and muscle with ease. Screaming in pain Klaus's fear turned to anger as he dropped the blade, clenching his fist till he drew blood he swung for the child as it's jaw was making way to his wounded arm. Upon contact the demon flung across the room, even with its strength and dangerous claws it weighed no heavier than the childlike appearance that it had took. Wincing at the pain Klaus was quicker to respond as he retrieved his blade. Screaming in rage Klaus stormed towards the child, the sight of its prey fighting back had caused the demon to become more wary, backing away it looked for an exit but Klaus wasn't finished exacting his revenge. Blocking it's escape he continued to close the gap, step by step with no escape in sight the demon had to resort to fight over flight and started to snarl at the injured giant.
Little did he care though, he knew the urgency to deal with the child as his vision started to blur along the edges. If he didn't deal with the problem and tend to his wound he feared that he would collapse in front of the demon. As the adrenaline from the fight started to sway he refused to take his eyes from the child, Klaus couldn't show weakness as he puffed his chest out now within striking distance this was his last attempt.
With only one arm and his strength fleeting before his eyes, his sword felt heavy and dull in his hands, Klaus couldn't afford to doubt his blade or himself. Snarling the creature made the first move attempting a second lunge, this time at his chest however Klaus was ready.
Swinging his wounded arm it lacked the strength to cause damage but knowing how light the child was it mattered little, his arm collided with the demon as an immense pain burned throughout his arm, the creature again flew across the room but this time Klaus purseued it. Rolling across the stone wall the demon had no way to recover or defend itself as Klaus swung down his blade a second time. The demon could only offer a whimper as the blade successfully hit its mark. Slicing through its waist the demons legs were separated from the torso as blood splattered along the blade. Without gathering his breath Klaus ripped his pants from the knee downwards, wrapping the wound was his current priority he knew that if he made it through tonight his left arm would completely unusable. Pain searing through him like a fire he pushed on, the chorus of human screams had died down meaning less people were alive and more demons are soon going to prowl the streets near himself and Tyron.
Readying the best he could Klaus slumped out of Thüms home, still somewhat shaky from the blood loss realising the possibility of seeing the dawn of a new day grew either away.