like he was praying. He just asked for help, or maybe that wasn’t the correct way of explaining it. He willed the power forward, and it came. But this time it was different. It was a new form of magic. Burning flames erupted outward from his body like an explosion, striking the demon and scorching its flesh. It roared in pain and leaped back from the fire, ripping its long spike from the deep wound in Jonas’s hip.
Bright red blood gushed from the puncture wound and Jonas stumbled backwards, still blind from the blood that was pouring into his eyes. He didn’t know where the fire had come from, and even though he figured the magical flames came from Shyann, he did not have time to ponder the question. Jonas used his cloak, frantically wiping his face so he could see. He was able to clear enough blood from his face to allow him to view, through a blur, the scene around him.
The Greever roared in pain as its thick skin turned black from the God Fire. The demon glared at the dangerous warrior, its lips curling up in a smile, exposing long dirty fangs. The warrior was stumbling on one leg, blood pouring from the gruesome wound on his hip. The pitiful human was frantically wiping the blood from his eyes trying to find the stalking hunter. The Greever, though badly wounded, knew that it had this one defeated. The beast licked its dripping teeth anticipating the taste of the warrior’s blood.
Suddenly pain shot through the demon as arrows slammed into its back, into the joint connecting its left wing to its shoulder. The Greever spun towards the new attacker to see a brilliant light around eighty paces away coming at him like a shooting star. The demon crouched low, hissing in anger, and tried to flap its wings. The left one burned in pain and wouldn’t react to its commands. The arrows must have been magical as no normal weapon could have harmed him so seriously.
As the light came closer the Greever saw that it was a female warrior on horseback illuminated with powerful God Light. The cavalier held a long bow drawn back tightly, a silver tipped arrow pointing at the monster.
“Time to die, demon,” whispered the red haired warrior. She let the arrow fly, nocking another quickly. The arrow whistled through the air leaving a streak of blue magic in its wake. The sharp point slammed into the demon’s muscled chest. The arrows, blessed by the gods, burned deeply into the demon’s body, causing excruciating pain.
The Greever was getting weaker; the wounds from the deadly swordsman, the young cavalier, and now this female warrior, were taking their toll. The beast needed to destroy this new threat quickly. Using its powerful legs, the hunter from another world sprinted toward the horsed woman with astonishing speed.
The female cavalier sent another magical arrow into the chest of the charging demon. The shaft struck the demon in the upper shoulder, causing it to stumble slightly, but it didn’t stop the ferocious charge. The Greever closed the gap quickly and the cavalier dropped her bow and drew forth her long sword.
Suddenly a form rose from the tall grass directly in front of the charging demon. It was the man that the beast thought it had killed. The beast could not stop its momentum, realizing too late that the man was still holding his glowing green sword. That was the last thing the beast felt as it barreled into the man.
Kiln held the sword in front of him like a lance and the demon hit him hard. The impact felt like a smith’s hammer swung from a frost giant, the power of the charge driving the point of the magical blade through the demons thick chest, slicing through the protective bone plating that covered its heart, and burying the sword to the hilt, completely cleaving the beast’s heart in two. Kiln and the demon somersaulted through the air, landing heavily in a tangle of claws and limbs.
Jonas could barely make out the events as he stumbled dizzily towards the light, leaving crimson stains on the tall grass behind him. He saw the demon charge a horsed warrior, but it was all a blur as the blood in his eyes still affected his vision. His head ached and his temples pounded like an army’s war drums. The use of his cognivant powers had weakened him tremendously. The loss of blood caused his vision