As a male cousin dashed forward, sprinting supernaturally fast, Kingsley met him. This fight was more even, and Kingsley, I saw, had his hands full.
"Go, Sam!" growled Kingsley, finally heaving the young man off him, just as another sprinted forward. "Go now!"
I went, sprinting quickly through a gap between the Thurmans. Two peeled off and gave chase, while the others converged on Kingsley. Allison, to my dismay, was now running swiftly behind me.
Unbelievable.
But they weren't quite as fast as me. I suspected this was because the entity's own great strength was spread among many, rather than focused on one.
When I looked back again, I saw that I was alone in the forest.
The storm, amazingly, had subsided somewhat, although thick drops still splattered against my face. The medallion was also still clutched tightly in my hand.
I thought of Allison as I ran. The entity had threatened to kill her. Could he kill her? I recalled the shadow that had risen up in Cal, the shadow that had strangled the life out of him.
Yeah, I thought. The entity could kill her.