Demons [7]

Swoosh!

The winds were whipped into a frenzy as three figures shot backwards at the same time, leaving their palanquins and making distance from Damien.

They only stopped their retreat after regrouping with their comrade, who had been blown away during the previous impact.

"Oho! The four of you are acting together, huh? Very shameless of you, if I do say so myself." Damien mocked with a grin.

"Hmph. If you think such vulgar provocation can incite us, then you must not have a brain. Didn't you already realize that strategy wouldn't work when you were cleaning up the ants earlier?" One of the Demon Generals scoffed. 

"Hey! Don't call them ants! Ants have feelings too!" 

But all he got in response was more mocking words. Feint signs of a vein popping from his forehead emerged on his face.

"Enough. Jeriah, Trom, Dorte, the three of you go around and surround him. I'll take the lead. Make sure he doesn't get any advantage on us."