"No shit."
Draedamyr was not a fan of such crude human expressions. They served a particular purpose and this felt like the time for one. Without horses they could not move the children quickly. Whilst the townsfolk had been scattered when the demons first came, there were not enough fighters to make a coordinated defence.
They couldn't move quietly. A cloud of rising steam followed the human caravan as the moved through the outskirts of the town. A father carried a small child, always running on the edge of balance.
One of the demons slipped down from the roof. Draedamyr angled his jog to put more distance between himself and the townsfolk. He didn't have a spear or shield. He needed room if he was going to stop one before it reached the children.
The demon seemed to take this as a challenge and rushed forwards.
"Save your magic," Draedamyr muttered. There was enough light to make out the form of the thing rushing towards him. An angular head with a wide maw, jet black skin, four arms ending in wicked claws. It leapt towards him.
Even if he skewered the beast, its weight and final thrashing would kill him. As smooth as water diverting around a rock he stepped aside. His blade glinted just once as it caught the light.
Draedamyr continued his run. His blade now corrupted with a sticky, black mess. The demon was left motionless in the dirt.
Draedamyr was not a fan of such crude human expressions. They served a particular purpose and this felt like the time for one. Without horses they could not move the children quickly. Whilst the townsfolk had been scattered when the demons first came, there were not enough fighters to make a coordinated defence.
They couldn't move quietly. A cloud of rising steam followed the human caravan as the moved through the outskirts of the town. A father carried a small child, always running on the edge of balance.
One of the demons slipped down from the roof. Draedamyr angled his jog to put more distance between himself and the townsfolk. He didn't have a spear or shield. He needed room if he was going to stop one before it reached the children.
The demon seemed to take this as a challenge and rushed forwards.
"Save your magic," Draedamyr muttered. There was enough light to make out the form of the thing rushing towards him. An angular head with a wide maw, jet black skin, four arms ending in wicked claws. It leapt towards him.
Even if he skewered the beast, its weight and final thrashing would kill him. As smooth as water diverting around a rock he stepped aside. His blade glinted just once as it caught the light.
Draedamyr continued his run. His blade now corrupted with a sticky, black mess. The demon was left motionless in the dirt.