Esimae had a feral grin as the four demons saw her and she spoke to Prichard, "We have lost surprise now, shoot the two on the ends first."
She flung the first of the blessed knives at one of the two demons in the middle, the surprised look on its face priceless after the expression of contempt it showed when the throwing knife came at it. A normal knife would have be nothing but a mosquito bite. But the throwing knife not only sunk in deep into its chest like cutting into butter, the metal itself countered the demon's healing properties too. And simply touching the blade would burn demon flesh like acid so they could not yank it out themselves without tremendous willpower. The smart demons, and there were not many of those, clawed the flesh around the blade and hoped to get the holy weapon to fall out of their flesh that way. But in their chest, that was likely to be fatal. One demon was out of the fight, even if it did not know it yet.
As the other three demons advanced and the shotgun discharged, Esimae threw a second blade and it was more of a minor wound as the other demon in the middle shielded himself with a forearm. The knife lodged into it instead of somewhere more vital.
She drew the longer katana from its sheath and stepped forward to take a martial stance, ready to counter strike when they charged into range. "Where's my children, you bastards?"