Fuck, there were more. Daimon summoned his trident, the Netheranium staff manifesting out of a whirlwind of fire and into his hand. Flames danced in his eyes as he started toward the horned beasts charging toward them. Gold energy in the shape of an arcane symbol shot from his palm and spread wide in front of them, knocking the creatures back again, as if they hit hard into a fiery wall. The creatures shrieked and squirmed in pain, burned by the blockade; as the spell dissipated, Daimon came up on the first monster to get back on its feet, and using his demonic strength struck it down again with his trident.
A second beast attacked, rushed at Daimon's side, mouth wide. Rows of crushing teeth clenched the trident, the creature's momentum forcing the half-demon to skid backward. He held on to the staff as the creature flogged violently, jerking Daimon's body around. Tusks ripped at his shirt and his flesh; he hissed and was thrown back, rolling over pavement while the rhino-beast still ran at him with the trident caught in his mouth. Cursing under his breath, Daimon raised his hand and fired another blast of energy before the thing crushed him, giving him enough time to get back to his feet and magically retrieve his staff.