"Lady Liora, please, get back or else you risk getting caught in his crossfire!"
The voice was a thundering one, causing a sharp jolt to run through even the demon's nerves, catching its breath and immediately changing the air.
Liora turned back, staring at the man who spoke.
It was Corien, his hand on her shoulder with his other grazing the long blade resting on his waist.
For a second, it looked like he tugged on it, but he closed his eyes and looked back down where the demon stood.
"Ah, more meatbags to disembowel," it said, their voice groggy and rasp. It found game in their presence, even knowing what they meant to Rowan.
Rowan's eyes widened, banging his fists into the projection to call out for the demon.
"Hey, stop, don't mess with them!"
If not for the violent flame engorging the distance between the two, his voice surely would've reached the demon, but again Rowan was made aware of the futility of his actions.
