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get to go after the Wraith!” she declared triumphantly.
    “ I think we’ll all have to go after the Wraith,” Doug declared, but didn’t bother warning Gabi off. “Keep it busy until we can help you finish it off.”
    “ Well, I guess that leaves me with the brick shithouse,” Kyle said. The only unclaimed Demon was a hugely built, seven foot tall creature with an extra pair of arms and several eyes spaced a few inches apart in a ring around its head. It had no lips covering its shark-like teeth and a wide, flat nose which flared as it sniffed the air. Metal armour covered its torso and legs and it was holding two wooden war clubs and a spiked flail. It was definitely built like the proverbial brick shithouse.
    “ Don’t worry Wolf,” Gabi teased, “I’ll rescue you if he gets too much for you to handle.”
    Kyle gave her a withering look.
    “ They’re advancing,” a voice called from behind them, dragging their attention back to the horde. The Demons had spread out into a rough line and begun moving towards them. The Hunters also spread out, angling closer to their assigned targets, giving each other room to fight. The Magi moved back slightly and clustered together, touching each other lightly. Alone, they each had formidable powers. Connected, they could combine powers and become an astronomical force, which could withstand the strongest offensive magic and overcome the most stubborn defensive magic. They would watch closely and render assistance to the Hunters when needed. Their magic couldn’t kill Demons, but could banish them back to the Etherworld. Unfortunately, at times when the Veil was thin, a banished Demon could always return to the place it had been cast back from. It was best to kill them on this plane, so there was no chance of a revisit.
     
    Savage screams rent the air as the Demon onslaught began. Gabi streaked towards her target, quicker than any of the others. Nex tasted Demon blood before any of the other Hunters had even engaged their targets. She’d drawn a butterfly sword as she ran, she knew she would be sacrificing this sword; Demon blood ate through any metal it came in contact with, unless the metal was magically protected by a complex spell. Each Hunter carried one protected sword or knife. Nex was protected; the Kris had met with Demon blood many times before and was impervious to its corrosiveness. The other sword would only draw blood once on a Demon, but it would be enough if she could get it into the heart of the beast. As she darted in to take another chunk out of Shorty’s upper arm and sidestepped to avoid the spurt of blood she heard the others clash with their targets and smelt the distinct, acrid stench of burning Demon flesh. She ducked, narrowly avoiding a spear hurled with immense force straight towards her head, pivoted around in a semi-crouch and sprang forwards driving Nex directly into the Demon’s right eye. She danced backward, hissing as a drop of blood splattered the side of her face. It burnt like molten lava and she quickly wiped it off with the back of her gloved hand, and then bent to wipe her glove on the grass before the blood ate a hole through the toughened leather. She dropped the butterfly sword that had started to disintegrate, and grabbed another one out of a thigh sheath while the Demon bellowed, lurching around uselessly with Nex protruding from its eye. She darted back towards the Demon, and, using every ounce of her considerable strength, drove the butterfly sword directly into the Demon’s chest, cutting downward to open its chest cavity and expose its internal organs. It started to collapse to the ground, grabbing at her with huge, hairy hands as it did so, but she was as quick as lightning. She ripped Nex from its eye, kicked the Demon onto its back, dropped the other sword and, using both hands, plunged Nex straight into its black pulsating heart. She leapt back as black gunge spewed from its chest cavity, and stood watching as the