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your witch.” One had her by the hair now as he yanked her head back. “Watch me.”
    Roaring his rage, Simon abandoned Excalibur to save her. The demons immediately tossed her aside and focused on Simon. She almost fell onto the rocks and into the lake but somehow managed to prevent herself from slipping. This was not the time to wish she knew how to swim.
    Her head was still ringing from making contact with the ground. She crawled toward Excalibur and tried to pull it free but couldn’t. She lacked the strength or the power or the belief or something. But she still had her boots. She kicked a demon who tried to stop her and get to the sword. He went tumbling, horned head over clawed heels, before bursting into flames. One down, forty to go. Yes, her boots were spelled to be a weapon, but her magic was no match for these Ancients’ demon power. She couldn’t kick them fast enough. There were simply too many.
    “Save yourself!” Simon shouted at her. He was covered in demons, crawling all over him, slashing him with their claws and rancid teeth.
    “I’m not leaving you. I love you, dammit!” She refused to let him die. She would not use her powers, severely dwindled as they were from the continued battle, to transport her away. She wasn’t able to transport Simon with her. It killed her that she couldn’t do more to help him, but, aside from her boots, nothing she did, no spell she cast, had any effect on these demons.
    “How sweet,” a demon drawled as she was pinned down by a bunch of Ancients. “You love him.” He started choking her. “Too bad for you. Too bad for him.”
    Tears blurred her vision as she watched Simon continue to fight on but weaken with each additional injury they inflicted upon him. Blood poured from his wounds until he was completely vanquished. The screaming demonic horde took Simon by the arms and legs and tossed him over the edge of the lake.
    Nooooo! Her scream was silent as she couldn’t speak because the demon strangling her continued his pressure. Her throat was closing up and she was about to black out. Simon was gone. Her heart was broken. She wanted to destroy those who had destroyed Simon, but she was losing consciousness.
    She closed her eyes and remembered Simon as she’d first met him, standing outside the hotel in London, bumping into her and smiling that endearing smile of his. Had she fallen for him then and there? Yes. He was the one. The only one for her.
    Swirls of red filled her mind. Her eyes fluttered open one last time … to see Simon!
    Was he real or was she imagining him? Bellowing what sounded like a battle cry, he stood with Excalibur in hand, slaying Ancients as if they were ants.
    He turned into a demon-slaying machine, slicing and dicing his way through them all with ruthless precision and power. Demon body parts went flying as they disintegrated or burst into flames. She was afraid to watch yet afraid to turn away.
    The battle was soon over.
    Dropping to his knees, Simon cradled Pru in his left arm. He kept Excalibur in his right hand as he kept a vigilant guard for more trouble.
    “How…?” she croaked, unable to say more.
    “Let’s get out of here.” He helped her stand and held her close. The demons had torn his trench coat and sweater to shreds and his wounds were still healing. His clothing and hair were wet from his being thrown into the water. Yet he’d never looked better to her.
    She felt the press of the flat side of the sword as he placed Excalibur behind the small of her back and tugged her close. The power of the legendary weapon dating back to Camelot enveloped her. She was rejuvenated.
    Her throat healed and her strength returned.
    She felt Simon tense, ready to do battle again as one remaining demon raggedly crawled up from the rocks. Putting her arm on Simon’s hand, she told him, “I’ve got this.”
    “Are you sure?” He remained poised with lethal intent.
    She nodded, feeling the need to confront her fears. “I have to