More demonlings rushed from behind, but at Derazin’s growl, they backed away, and Veelk smiled. If there was an advantage to coming alone, it had to be the demon’s conviction he wouldn’t be a threat.
“It’s the archmage of Kaighal who sent me,” he replied. Not that it mattered, but he preferred his name be kept away from Fyertash’s.
“She sent you to die, then.”
The way he said it was almost casual, but Veelk didn’t miss the cues, and when the attack came, he was prepared. Still, the swiping twist of Derazin’s lower body seemed lousy even for a demon who likely avoided open confrontations, and Veelk realized that his evasion of Derazin’s slow attack primed him for the incoming attack from behind.
Three demonlings jumped him, one from behind and two from his side. Veelk opted for the two,
