With a howl, the black demon fell to the scorched ground of the wilderness. Its companions exchanged glances, then let out blood-curdling roars and charged at their attacker. The half elf saw their attacks and smirked; the demons were trying to overcome him with brute force. Without waiting for them to reach him, the half elf jumped forward, thrusting his sword into the head of the nearer demon, that demon also let out a howl, and turned to ash. The remaining demon paused, shocked by the speed with which its companions had been dispatched. The pause did not go unnoticed by the half elf, who dashed toward the demon, slashing through its thick hide as he did so.
“Not bad, Orcris,” commented an old man as he paged through a book, “But, remember the purpose of this training.”
“To learn how to use Zaros’ own power as a weapon,” replied the half-elf, “I know, but it*s not as easy as you make it sound, Caihoc.”
“Well, we have all day,” sighed the old man, “Shall we have another go?” So saying, the man motioned idly with his hand, summoning five black demons. After a glance to make sure the half-elf was fighting, the old man turned back to his book.
From a distance, a spirit watched the fight between the half-elf and the demons. She had been watching with mild interest for over an hour, trying to figure out what exactly the Zarosians were trying to do. That, and wishing they had chosen a different place to do this training, because, while she was invisible to most of the beasts which roamed the wilderness, she was neither invisible to the demons that the warlock summoned, nor to the revenants.
"He appears in the Form of a Man with many Countenances; and he hath a Book in his right hand. His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences unto any; and to declare the Secret Counsel of any one."
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