Re: On the battlefield
A two handed axe sweeps over her head, close enough to almost give her a haircut, cutting away the demons around her. Had she not fallen to her knees, there's every chance he'd have tried to cut her down along with the demons.
A demon trying to cast a new fire spell draws his attention away, and one hand goes about the demon's throat, ignoring the flames licking at his hands. The spell is choked off, and the demon's life a moment later. A couple more of the things are cut down, before he has enough of a gap to notice her still moving. His eyes narrow, and the axe raises, no sign of recognition in his eyes, so covered in blood and ichor and fire and wounds as to look almost an inhuman thing himself.
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