“This will be your only warning,” said Airowyn interrupting. He attempted to take the focus away from the little demon. “Be on your way.”
The demons snarled and crouched; screams and horrid battle cries emerged from their mouths. It looked as if their jaws were elongated and disjointed to amplify the sound. Again, a grotesque visual courtesy of the curse. The demon in command brought his sword arm up in a striking position as he moved towards Airowyn.
The angel looked up right before a magnificent light streaked downward. A whip of bluish light and silver medal wrapped itself around the wrist of the demon's sword hand. With a forceful pull, the demon's arm was ripped away at the shoulder. The shock of what had just happened registered across the demon commander's face as he looked to whe
