Bear Fight

“I count Five hundred demons,” Viriel said.

“I can handle them,” Davyd said.

“I will handle Sloth.” Said Dreygo.

“We will both handle him, Dreygo. You cannot take him alone.” Viriel said.

“Be advised. He’s in his true form.” Said Dreygo.

“How can you handle five hundred demons with only a couple of arrows at your back?” Elaine asked, worried about Davyd’s arsenal.

“I have my dagger here. I can take all of them. Don’t worry Elaine.”

“Dreygo and I are going to attack in stealth. Distracting Sloth will give us the advantage in the shadows.”

Davyd started to land among the heaving demon warriors. Metals clanked as they unsheathed their swords from their metallic scabbards, axes, knives, and shields. One could always be appalled by such an army; stinking skins, grotesque faces, improper and rustic armor, blunt weapons, and the disorganization of ranks.