Noir - Strength and Skill

> Salim just nodded, and went into the kitchen. He rooted through the cupboards for something soft enough for his abused mouth. He was reaching for an old, brown banana when the crash came.

> The banter in the next room turned into screams.

> Salim pressed himself against the wall and glanced round the arched doorway. The house's security door lay flat on the carpet. Sunlight poured into the room, illuminating his friends, the girl, and a terrible black specter with burning blue eyes.

> Khalid jumped at the intruder, brawny fists swinging. A fast, crisp kick splintered his ribs. The sound of tearing muscle and crunching bone made vomit rise in the back of Salim's throat. He pressed his hand to his mouth to hold it in. Khalid tottered, doubled over. The ebon fiend grabbed him in a front headlock and wrenched. The crack shuddered through Salim's whole body.

> The black creature swept through the room like a djinn, a whirlwind of supernatural force and eternal malevolence. Anjam went for his gun. He died with it still in its holster, gurgling through a crushed throat. Imran moved in front of Samina. One punch shattered his temple. The next launched Samina's screaming form through the air.

> Salim ducked back from the doorway as her body flew into the room. She smashed against the fridge, denting the white metal. Samina collapsed at its foot, leaving a red smear in her wake. She blinked at him once and was still.

-Salim and the Devil, Zone A3, “Tales of the Void”