The demons started at my command, circling closer to the inner walls. A piercing shriek rang in the skies, and I looked up, eyes brightening.
"Borealis!"
The ice demon wheeled high above. At my cry, he tucked his wings and dove, pulling up at the last second as he always did. I managed, with some pride, to keep from flinching as his wings flapped a few inches before my face, buffeting me with wind. I did, however, duck my head as he tried to land on my horns, barely dodging him in time.
"That's enough out of you. Can't you see what's happening?" I scolded, offering him my shoulder lest he went for my head again.
Borealis clucked, dissatisfied, but took my offer. He bore a few scratches from his tousle with the seventh-level inquisitor, but his aura bristled like a crouching tiger, ablaze with the power of Celestial Grace.
