Tarey bellowed out an order to his squad, it fell on deaf ears. The demon had come out of nowhere. Already it had ravaged the vanguard of his forces and even now it tore through the Wildonia forces, attacking friend and foe in a mad frenzy. He had watched it grow new limbs where old ones had been hacked and slashed away.
Every mundane effort to harm the creature had proved futile and without arfa present they had quickly run out of options. Presently, it was occupied in chewing down its latest victims. Its giant maw opened and Tare spied an ugly collection of fangs the length of a small adult's forearm. The demon was the size of a Wagorian great bull, it stood three man heights and was twice as wide across.
He had lost his mount to the first charge of the demon, its barbed tail scoring deep on the left flank of the horse, almost pinning his thigh. A dull rage echoed behind his glacial eyes, and he advanced slowly on the demon only to be pulled back by a firm tug on his cloak.
Snarling he turned to see Nep Zilo standing a pace behind him. The look on the warlock's features distracted him from his advance on the demon.
'What is it!?' He growled
The warlock turned to study him as if just realizing his presence. In a voice heavy with barely concealed fear, he managed to mutter the word 'Hu'tian Netheri'.
Tarey started, his face loosing color. Turning to study the demon more intensely, several markers on its body stood prominent, the third horn that grew out of the bridge of its nasal cavity, the barbed tail, the patterns on its scaled hide.
He felt his sword arm go limp, these wildonia fools! They had summoned a netherian demon high lord!
Nep shifted nervously pulling at the leather wraps on his blade handle.
'We need to get Deejah to reverse the arfa negation and fast'
Tare grunted what could be an ascent, his eyes trailing the creature as it continued its carnage.
'Does it bleed?' His voice was barely audible through the screams of the wounded and dying.
Nep stared at Tare, a curious expression on his features. 'Yes, under extreme duress it will bleed and die like any other living creature'
'Good'
'But!' Continued Nep, looking back at the demon with a frown 'You will need a blessed weapon or an item of equal or more innate arfa energy to get through its wards talk less of punching through that thick hide'
He turned to Tarey, a mocking undertone to his voice 'is it my understanding that you have any of such items on your bullish person?'
Tare raised the broad sword to rest on his shoulders. 'Forget Deejah, the creature will obliterate us immediately we begin pulling out and even if we could, I will not yield ground my troops bleed to win'
The warlock shrugged, 'I have a few arfa crystals I could use to keep it at bay, we could buy sometime but the end result will be the same'
A low rumble erupted from the demon, both men watched as it turned its attention on the Cabinians. Its large muscled arms tensed, blood and grime coated the length of its forearms and dripped grotesquely into the ridges of its paws along curled serrated talons to pool on the cobbled street.
Nep blinked and the demon was airborne descending on them.
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