Read The Creator's Eye: Mover of Fate, Part I Page 13
Michael never saw anyone run so fast. The demons were three houses away by the time the bear reached its full height. This was not sufficiently far away though, and they were once again knocked off their feet as the mighty bear shook the earth. Their armor clanged cacophonously as they skidded and rolled over the cobblestones.
The other demons had surely heard this racket by now and were coming to investigate. This bear was going to be a very good distraction, Michael thought. Perhaps even overkill. Sefu charged after the two demons who had once again struggled to their feet and were now hobbling away, pants presumably soaked in terror. Michael almost ruined his britches merely watching his uncle trample the soldier.
Michael and Maya used the opportunity to hurry to his house. They tried not to look as they passed by the two smashed demons lying in the street, but Michael ruefully caught a glimpse of one, his various parts squeezed out of his armor like a tube of toothpaste. He immediately wished he hadn’t seen that.
They turned the corner and in a moment stood outside Michael’s home. It was easy to recognize. Even Maya knew which one it was. It was the only house on the street that looked like it had been beaten and tortured.