Elize's face split into a grin when she saw Byrd in the demon's lair creating havoc. Along with his men, he was holding no bars to the magic.
Byrd looked at his queen as he stabbed a demon with his sword after thrusting magic at his chest. He bowed to her and then spun around to slice the stomach of the demon who had come after him.
The demons were like a nest of wasps that had been irritated. They came in numbers. But Byrd and his men were slaughtering them like the wasps they were. There was metal clanging against metal, noise of bodies getting slashed, pined screams, limbs and heads rolling on the floor, blood spraying in all directions and coppery smell of magic as it burst in every direction. The demons were using their horns and massive bodies and swords to combat the sorcerer soldiers, but they were falling like dominos in front of them.
