There was complete silence, one that was like the quietness of the night when everyone had gone to sleep. The only sounds disrupting that silence were the panic surging through her mouth with every breath and the thudding of her heart with every second.
She didn't even notice when the demon cocked his head, watching her with interest as he raised his hand again. What he had just done did not bother him in the least; he was, of course, the demon - the evil one - and such a thing does not have a heart.
Thankfully, the others were there in time to stop him before he could strike again. The demon knew he was overpowered, not because he couldn't fight them, but because the chosen one was present, preventing him from killing until he could plant evil in her heart. He would only get them when she was not there.