Ash lurched back, sending a protective arm infront of Marona to block her from the incoming fiend.

"Marona, stay back!" He yelled instinctively, the little bastard might have been lightning quick, but when it came to protecting Marona, Ash was faster.

He quickly held his free arm infront of him, blocking his face from the ensuing attack. It was a habit he had not grown out of since his days of being alive. The first thing one must defend was their face and eyes in a full-frontal attack. Those habits from eight years ago still lingered, reminding him fully of his humanity... even in death.

Just what the hell was this thing, anyway?