wrecked by bronze spears from farmers

The shield wall hit the demons hard , pinned them against the barricades . The beasts had nowhere to maneuver . In seconds , they were all down , their evil lives ended by butt - spikes driven through their black skulls .

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The rest of the demons hit like a wave of midnight splashing against a shore of painted bronze . Black talons slashed at shields , tried to yank them away . Tailspikes slammed against metal . Spears thrust out , pulled back , thrust out again . Spear shafts snapped . People screamed . Bodies tumbled backward .

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A spear jammed through the demon’s neck . It stiffened , momentarily frozen . Ahiliyah lunged toward the nightmare , drove her spearhead straight into its open mouth , saw the blade - tip crack through the top of its black head . The demon sagged , fell on top of Abrams , whose face smoked with streaks of burning blood .

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A few demons fought on , their movements so slow that they quickly fell to the thrusts of multiple spears . Others staggered around , seeming almost drunk .

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Could this army of bakers , brewers , foundrymyn , cobblers , mushroom farmers , this army of young and old … could they win again ?

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Aliens: Phalanx, Chapter 37, 39, 41